| silence in the house
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| balanced on the balcony
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| just a breath of wind could all
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| set it all tumbling free
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| look into my throat
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| whoever’s singing isn’t me
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| coz i’m a prisoner
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| of who all your listeners might be
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| coz my soul is stolen
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| taken in my shallow youth
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| and i’d love you all a lot
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| but hate if you mistook it for truth
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| my soul is stolen
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| i took it from a girl i knew
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| and i covered with it with trinkets
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| so that maybe you would think it was you
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| silence in the house
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| wherever can i be?
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| i’m on the rooftop calling
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| as all the souls are falling
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| like rain into the heart of me |