| There’s a house in your head
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| And the lights, they are on
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| They shine through your eyes
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| Through your mouth on your tongue
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| There’s a house in my head
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| But the lights, they’re not on
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| They went out, one by one
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| In your heart, in your lungs
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| It’s not funny anymore
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| Place our heads side to side
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| Knock a hole through the wall
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| Push your tongue through my ears
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| And nail me, nail me to the floor
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| Leave me there inside the house
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| Flush the keys, slam the door
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| Then you scream through the keyhole
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| It’s not funny anymore
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| It’s not funny anymore
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| There’s a car on the road
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| And it drives like a dream
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| See your lies in my eyes
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| As my tears stream
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| Tear the brakes from the floor
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| Drop your toes on the gas
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| I’ll stand here like a wall
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| That you made from sugarglass
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| It’s not funny anymore |