| And you were a house on fire
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| And I couldn’t understand why
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| «Burn me all down to the ground,» you said
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| «The fire is on the inside.»
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| Flames dancing like ghosts behind the windows
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| Pain jumping from the walls
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| You want to keep this private, I can see that
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| But you can’t ask that of me, we’ve only just met
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| I said, «We need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?»
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| The answer was silence, I’ll take it as a no
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| We all want to be normal anyways
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| We all want to be somewhere else than where we live
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| But that’s not reality, it’s just point of view
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| Let’s not talk about the weather
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| And whether or not there’s really rain in the clouds
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| Unless you just want to know if I feel the same as you
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| It’s more measuring up than just wasting time
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| But time is not on our side, you’re burning
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| Rain would only be a temporary fix
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| And there’s just no place right now
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| For cute ironies like that anymore
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| You’re a house on fire
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| We all write songs about life
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| We just sing them different
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| You sing the words but you don’t know the song
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| And you expect us all to sing along? |
| How selfish
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| The lengths that we go to to put so much distance between us is staggering
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| You’re burning alive with stress and life
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| Both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside
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| Drop and roll, repeat line for emphasis
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| I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it
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| You’re gonna be okay! |
| Say it to me
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| The answer is still silence, I’ll take it as a maybe
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| I can’t decide if I should knock down your door or on it
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| Say the word and I’ll take a hatchet to your heart or a pin prick
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| Cut right through the dark, let’s spill out the contents
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| On our knees sorting through the remnants
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| Pour out your hates in my hands
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| I’ll let 'em slip right here through my fingers
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| And- And this is for all of us
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| This is for the times that we only listen long enough
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| To know that the other person we’re talking to has the same opinions we do
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| For when we’re burning inside
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| For when we’re trying to hide that fact
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| This is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressed
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| Add another notch on our belts, put another feather in our headdress
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| I want to be the bigger man for you but I can’t take all this truth
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| I’m trying to kick the habit here but these track marks are a hundred proof
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| «Burn me all down to the ground,» you said
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| Well, I’ll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head |