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You laugh at dead ends
You’re the only one I know
You’re not fond of chances
Anymore than letting go
I’m here to keep the ghosts away
So lie down in my arms
'Cause we’re becoming home
Don’t fly out of my arms
Your ribs like branches
To keep the glowin' close
You’re not fond of chances
Not the only one I know
You breathe in with me
I know you’re keeping face
Lost to the ceiling
You won’t hear me say
I’m here to keep the ghosts away
Don’t fly out of my arms
'Cause we’re becoming home
Don’t fly out of my arms
I’m here to keep the ghosts away
Don’t fly out of my arms
As we’re becoming home
You fly out of my arms