| Bodies in your bedroom that I’ve never seen
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| Poison on your fingers like kerosene
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| Everytime I see you I light up inside
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| But truth is casting shadows all over me
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| I see the way you walk through your house
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| Like a ghost, hollow bones
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| You’re fucking empty
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| I could see the grave you built in your sheets
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| I hope you lie in your bed thinking of me
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| There’s a hole inside my chest, you can’t see
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| You’re the air inside my lung I can’t keep
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| And I try to tell myself you want me
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| But I can’t keep holding on
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| There were funerals in my blood that you couldn’t see
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| My heads' a burial ground of your memory
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| And it keeps replaying, got nowhere to hide
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| But when I saw you leaving with her
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| Oh it opened my eyes
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| I see the way you walk through your house
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| Like a ghost, hollow bones
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| You’re fucking empty
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| I could see the grave you built in your sheets
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| I hope you lie in your bed thinking of me
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| There’s a hole inside my chest, you can’t see
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| You’re the air inside my lung I can’t keep
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| And I try to tell myself you want me
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| But I can’t keep holding on
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| Exit through my chest with your silouhette, love
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| You can take what’s left with your fucking problem (Oh)
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| Exit through my chest with your silouhette, love
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| You can take what’s left with you
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| There’s a hole inside my chest, you can’t see
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| You’re the air inside my lung I can’t keep
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| And I try to tell myself you want me
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| But I can’t keep holding on
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| There’s a hole inside my chest, you can’t see
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| You’re the air inside my lung I can’t keep
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| And I try to tell myself you want me
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| But I can’t keep holding on |