Lyrics (Ina) Gadda-Da-Vida - 16bit, Eddie Hind

(Ina) Gadda-Da-Vida

I feel you in these walls, You’re a cold air creeping in, Chill me to my bones
and skin.
I heard you down the hall, But it’s vacant when I’m looking in, Who let you in?
You walk around like you own the place, But you never say anything.
I caught you walking straight through my walls, Guess it was all my fault.
I think I let you in.
Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in your
presence.
I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my
system.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.
You’re at my bedroom door, Heard your footsteps on the floor, Closer than ever
before.
And now you’re in my room, You’re a cold air creeping through, Under sheets
avoiding you.
You walk around I can hear you pace, Circling my bed frame.
Now we’re face to face, Head on my pillowcase, But darling, you can’t stay.
Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in your
presence.
I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my
system.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.
Haven’t you heard?
I’m not yours anymore.
I’m not yours anymore.
It’s my soul, and I think it’s time to get out.
Haven’t you heard?
I’m not yours anymore.
I’m not yours anymore.
It’s my house.
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I feel you in these walls, You’re a cold air creeping in, Chill me to my bones
and skin.) Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in
your presence.
I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my
system.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.
It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.
Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.