| This empty house your everything
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| And I’m broken down pretending that you’ll come back around
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| For this life and the shape that you left behind
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| Lipstick, stained glass full of red wine
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| Your perfume, your hair ties
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| Keep messing me up, baby, I’ll be fine
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| It gets me every time
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| 'Cause I can’t shake your echo
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| Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
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| Hanging everywhere we go
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| Every street light round midnight in mid town bars
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| In my head, in my bed, in my car
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I’m listening to all the voicemails you left me
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| I should delete with the rest of your memory
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| Since you’re long gone, I know I should move on
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| But your ghost is all I got so haunt me all you want
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| Keep messing me up, baby, I’ll be fine
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| It gets me every time
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| 'Cause I can’t shake your echo
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| Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
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| Hanging everywhere we go
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| Every street light round midnight in mid town bars
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| In my head, in my bed, in my car
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| I can’t shake your echo |
| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| Keep messing me up, baby, I’ll be fine
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| It gets me every time
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| 'Cause I can’t shake your echo
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| Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
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| Hanging everywhere we go
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| Every street light round midnight in mid town bars
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| In my head, in my bed, in my car
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| I can’t shake your echo
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| Your echo
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| Your echo |