| Day one, on my own, it’s so cold in this house
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| I don’t want to bother, but I know that I’ve found
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| A place I need to be
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| You know that it hurts
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| I got what I need
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| Be happy, be happy
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| The ones who love you still love you now
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| You’re lonely, so lonely
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| In a house that’s not quite home
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| I’m not a saint or a sinner in my eyes
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| If we followed our moral compasses inside
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| We’d shine not fade away
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| The pictures strip from the wall, a sold sign hangs from the door
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| It won’t be the same, history was made here
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| We piled the boxes on stairs, handwritten fragile take care
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| Left with the last remains of the past ten years |