| This house is empty, garden bare
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| There are no strangers welcome here
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| The sing outside the broken gates
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| Says, «Go away»
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| The memories linger in these walls
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| But no one answers, no one calls
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| And waiting here reveals the flaws
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| After all
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| I been lying to myself, crying out for help
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| But no one can hear me now
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| The fever still burns, baby you’ve turned my heart
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| Into a ghost town
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| I scattered the ashes of my pride
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| No place to run, nowhere to hide
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| There is no shelter and I feel
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| The chill
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| This place is full of fear, I don’t like it here
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| I wish I could tear it down
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| I’ve been fighting to survive, feeling half alive
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| My heart is a ghost town
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| I’ve been lying to myself, crying out for help
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| But no one can hear me now
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| The fever still burns, baby you’ve turned my heart
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| Into a ghost town
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| I’ve been lying to myself, crying out for help
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| But no one can hear me now
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| The fever still burns, baby you’ve turned my heart
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| Into a ghost town
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| Oh, my heart is a ghost town |