| Why don’t we kill the lights?
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| I’m no good at hiding underneath a sea of tears
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| Flood, pouring through my eyes
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| I can’t even close 'em, I can’t even see you clear
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| And when you’re looking in the mirror
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| Demons may be closer than they may appear
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| You can either cry, and sit, and stare
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| Or try to run away, I’m tryna run away
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| Why don’t we take a walk?
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| Everybody knows a hand to hold is all we need
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| Quiet (Shh), let’s not even talk
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| Every word I say to you, you only just repeat
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| And when you’re looking in the mirror
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| Demons may be closer than they may appear
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| You can either cry, and sit, and stare
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| Or try to run away, I’m tryna run away
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| Blood is on our hands, we never understand
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| Living just to die another day
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| Powder on our face carries us away
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| Reaching for a dream that always fades
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| Madness in a smile
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| Won’t you stay a while?
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| I’m staring at a ghost
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| I’m staring at a ghost |