| I’m sick and tired of hanging out my window
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| I’ve learnt from past experience
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| Rain can’t make flowers grow
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| Friends don’t stick around
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| They go which way the wind blows
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| You’re never safe and sound
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| 'Til all the doors are closed
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| Doors closed
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| Doors closed
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| Oh, oh
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| Soon it will all fall apart
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| And the roads will have no way
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| And you’ll be the one laughing
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| As the fences fade away
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| And instead of being left there
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| Feeling all alone
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| Break down the house you made of matchsticks
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| And set fire to the throne
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| To the throne
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| To the throne
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
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| Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
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| When shadows turn into ghosts
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| It’s what you’re scared of the most
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| I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
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| I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
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| I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
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| Pulling pictures off the wall
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| I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
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| Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
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| Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
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| When shadows turn into ghosts
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| It’s what you’re scared of the most |