| I’m the one with the ghosts in my bed
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| But they only come alive at night
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| Stuck in my sheets, an accustomed coffin
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| I swear that I’ll be fine
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| I’ll be fine in the daylight
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| If I change and I start to fade
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| And all the green in my eyes desaturate
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| It’s my head, not my heart that’s strayed
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| I’m sorry I keep pushing you away
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| You’re the one at the foot of my bed trying to keep me alive at night
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| Using words as a comforter, you said
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| «I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna fight»
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| But they, they sink into my skin
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| Pushing you out just to
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| Make their way in
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| I’ve grown sick of this fight so frequent
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| If you can’t help it
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| Then I’ll push you away
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| Why can’t you stay?
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| I’m up against these things I can’t see
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| They don’t compare
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| Make me believe, make me believe
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| Why can’t you stay?
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| I’m up against these things I can’t see
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| They don’t compare
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| Make me believe, make me believe
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| I’m sorry I keep pushing
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| I’m sorry I keep pushing
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| Now you’re up against the ghosts in my head
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| In my head
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| I’m sorry I keep pushing
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| Now you’re up against the ghosts in my head
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| In my head
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| I’m sorry I keep pushing
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| Why can’t you stay?
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| I’m up against these things I can’t see
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| They don’t compare
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| Make me believe, make me believe
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| Why can’t you stay?
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| I’m up against these things I can’t see
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| They don’t compare
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| Make me believe, make me believe
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| Make me believe, make me believe |