| I see you at the windowsill
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| The rain, it won't stop, the air is so chill
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| I never heard the words you said
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| The phone, it can't ring if the heart is dead
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| You carry 'round your box of glass
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| With wounds so sharp that they cut too fast
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| Runnin' when the sky comes down
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| Growin' more cracks when you can't be found, yeah
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| I took your heart, and made it mine
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| Do my best to justify it
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| Call it pleasure, but it feels like pain
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| So how'd we let it get this way?
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| Your broken heart was just like mine
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| We built these walls and hid inside 'em
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| I said I wouldn't let you in
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| Maybe I'll just let you down
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| But look at those eyes, I'm thinkin' too loud
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| Maybe I'll just bide my time
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| So when it feels right, you can be mine, yeah
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| Didn't know I'd be so late
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| Drinking all night, numbing that shame
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| Guessing I'll be careful now
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| I'm holding your past, I'll carry you out
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| I took your heart, and made it mine
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| Do my best to justify it
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| Call it pleasure, but it feels like pain
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| So how'd we let it get this way?
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| Your broken heart was just like mine
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| We built these walls and hid inside 'em
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| I said I wouldn't let you in
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| Don't lie to us, don't lie to us
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| Don't hide from us
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| Or anything, or anyone
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| It will make me spin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| Don't lie to us, don't lie to us
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| Don't hide from us
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| Or anything, or anyone
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| It will make me spin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin
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| Don't lie to us, don't lie to us
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| Don't hide from us
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| Or anything, or anyone
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| It will make me spin
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| And now you know I'm paper-thin |