| Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard
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| So if I tell you, just keep it and don’t say a word
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| Yeah, when the doors are all closing, it’s bound to get loud
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| 'Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound
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| Oh, not everything is so primitive
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| Oh, but I’m giving in
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| If these walls could talk, I’d hope they wouldn’t say anything
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| Because they’ve seen way too many things
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| 'Cause we’d fall from grace, we’re falling
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| Yeah, we’d fall from grace
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| If these walls could talk, I’d hope they wouldn’t say anything
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| Because they’ve seen way too many things
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| 'Cause we’d fall from grace, we’re falling
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| Yeah, we’d fall from grace
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk
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| I love your hair in your face
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| I wouldn’t dare let you down
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| Don’t let that glass go to waste
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| Oh, you’re a queen but uncrowned
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| Oh, not everything is so primitive
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| Oh, but I’m giving in
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| If these walls could talk, I’d hope they wouldn’t say anything
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| Because they’ve seen way too many things
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| 'Cause we’d fall from grace, we’re falling
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| Yeah, we’d fall from grace
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk
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| Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard
|
| So if I tell you, just keep it and don’t say a word
|
| Yeah, when the doors are all closing, it’s bound to get loud
|
| 'Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound
|
| If these walls could talk, I’d hope they wouldn’t say anything
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| Because they’ve seen way too many things
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| 'Cause we’d fall from grace, we’re falling
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| Yeah, we’d fall from grace
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk
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| If these walls could talk |