| I took the pictures down
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| And drew the vacant space in slow
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| I threw the cuts out
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| And the other memories I’ve stored
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| I’ve washed the sheets ten times
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| But I still see your hair
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| And down the hallway
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| These empty walls stare at me bare
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| I watched our castle
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| As it crumbled into dust
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| I tried to hang on
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| But it all fell through my fingertips
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| I pace back and forth
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| Not knowing where to turn
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| I’m so gutted
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| Deserted and disarrayed, I’m torn
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| I am hollowed out and bare
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| I am the same, degrading here
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| I am wrapped in hearts decay
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| I am empty like the walls
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| And once the storm passed
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| I begged for your return
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| I spoke in your tongue
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| And you said you needed time
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| So here I sit now
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| Staring at the wall
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| Counting the hours
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| So I can hang our frames back up
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| I am hollowed out and bare
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| I am the same, degrading here
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| I am hollowed out and bare
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| I am the same, degrading here
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| I am wrapped in hearts decay
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| I am empty like the walls |