| Are you listening?
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| We write a thousand pages, they’re torn and on the floor
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| Headlights hammer the windows, we’re locked behind these doors
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| And we are never leaving, this place is part of us
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| And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch
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| My hands seem to deceive me when I’m nervous or when I’m
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| Healthy, the scenery’s all drawn
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| They hang here from the walls dear, painting pictures, bleeding
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| Colors, blanket the windows
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| Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
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| Your eyes see right through me
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| These fights with your arms left beside
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| It’s one thing, and one more says goodnight
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| You’ve got the map, come get to me
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| These knuckles break before they bleed
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| Tear out these veins that own my heart
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| This skin that wears your lasting marks
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| I’ve built these walls, come get to me
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| Come get to me
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| Is this your lesson, a slight discretion, the lines that keep you, the
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| Lines that sweep you, lock the doors from the inside
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| Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements, it leaves me
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| Breathless, I won’t forget this, I won’t forget
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| Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
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| Your eyes see right through me
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| Let the walls have their say
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| Let the walls have their say
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| Let the walls have their say
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| Let the walls have their say
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| Let the walls have their say
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| Have their say
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| There’s no conversation, words without remorse
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| And this television drowns the only source
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| Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
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| To the staircase where you hold my heart
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| This place, these walls mean everything to me |