| 4AM, blank TV screen
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| Inside voice, the need to scream
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| The boards they creak, the wood it moans
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| If these walls could share the things they know
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| Oh, I had to let you go
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| Leave you alone, this broken home
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| You gave us so much
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| You believed in us and we broke your trust
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| We made for the coast and in the wrong hands
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| You were bruised, disposed
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| Oh, please try and understand
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| It was young love learning its place
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| Running away
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| Goodnight moon, goodnight Earth
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| This picture screams a thousand words
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| This portrait shows an unhappy man
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| Who did all he could, all he can
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| You gave us so much
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| You believed in us and we broke your trust
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| We made for the coast and in the wrong hands
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| You were bruised, disposed
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| Oh, please try and understand
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| It was young love learning its place
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| Running away
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| Running away
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| Running away
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| Running away |