| These past few days, it’s been a terrible house
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| Hold pain and it won’t soon forget it
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| And we ain’t got a broom, broken glass in every room
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| We’re both to blame for it, I’m sure
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| But tell me one thing, if another man said your name
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| Would it still sound poetic?
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| If so fuck it then, don’t really wanna live
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| Just call the cops on me
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| And tell 'em I’m jumping out of the window with my heart on fire
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| Flying fast as the wind goes as I chase the moonlight
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| Love grows like a crescendo and it take me high
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| So I’m jumping out of the window with my heart on fire, tonight
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| Way up, way up
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| Way up, way up
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| These past 2 years we could fill up a room with tears
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| From the floor to the ceiling
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| We could feel the sun even through a thunderstorm
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| The floods won’t reach the gates, I’m sure
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| The climb did changed now I’m carrying
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| Always rains but you still love the weather
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| If so fuck it then, don’t really wanna leave
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| Just call the press on me
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| Now I’m jumping and falling and calling and screaming your name
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| Glasses and pieces I’m clearing it off of your veins
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| How many stories have fallen, where do I begin?
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| The damage is done, you can tell by the cuts in my skin
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| Ain’t no running away from all of the painful things
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| If my heart is to you know it’ll leave a stain
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| I see your foot on the ledge, I know that you feel the same
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| Let’s jump out of this window together
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| Jumping out of the window
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| Flying fast as the window goes for love |