| The moment when we lost control
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| The closing of the bedroom door
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| Oh, this is what it feels like
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| This is what it feels like
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| The silence swells and tears a hole
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| A ghost escaping from his bones
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| Oh, this is what it feels like
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| This is what it feels like
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| To be alone
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| To be alone
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| And no one
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| And no one
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| Really knows
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| I told you there was more to give
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| If you’d open up and let me in
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| Oh, this is what it feels like
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| This is what it feels like
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| Cause I’ve been searching for a pin
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| To rest inside this rusted hinge
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| Oh, this is what it feels like
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| This is what it feels like
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| To be alone
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| To be alone
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| And no one
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| And no one
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| Really knows
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| Don’t you know I’ll be there in the evening
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| To be the bulb hanging from your ceiling
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| Shining though you can barely see me burning out
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| Don’t you know I’ll be there in the morning
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| To be the only hand you’re holding
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| To be the one worthy of this story’s ending
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| To be alone
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| To be alone
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| To be alone
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| To be alone
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| And no one
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| And no one
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| Really knows |