| I feel you in these walls
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| You’re a cold air creeping in
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| Chill me to my bones and skin
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| I heard you down the hall
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| But it’s vacant when I’m looking in
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| Who let you in?
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| You walk around like you own the place
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| But you never say anything
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| I caught you walking straight through my walls
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| Guess it was all my fault
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| I think I let you in
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| Never thought that I would feel like this
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| Such a mess when I’m in your presence
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| I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick
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| Gotta get you out of my system
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| It’s my house
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| And I think it’s time to get out
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| It’s my soul
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| It isn’t yours anymore
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| It’s my house
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| And I think it’s time to get out
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| Yeah, I think it’s time to get out
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| You’re at my bedroom door
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| Heard your footsteps on the floor
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| Closer than ever before
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| And now you’re in my room
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| You’re a cold air creeping through
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| Under sheets avoiding you
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| You walk around I can hear you pace
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| Circling my bed frame
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| Now we’re face to face
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| Head on my pillowcase
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| But darling, you can’t stay
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| Never thought that I would feel like this
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| Such a mess when I’m in your presence
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| I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick
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| Gotta get you out of my system
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| It’s my house
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| And I think it’s time to get out
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| It’s my soul
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| It isn’t yours anymore
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| It’s my house
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| And I think it’s time to get out
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| Yeah, I think it’s time to get out
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| Haven’t you heard?
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| I’m not yours anymore
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| I’m not yours anymore
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| It’s my soul, and I think it’s time to get out
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| Haven’t you heard?
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| I’m not yours anymore
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| I’m not yours anymore
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| It’s my house
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| (I feel you in these walls
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| You’re a cold air creeping in
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| Chill me to my bones and skin.)
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| Never thought that I would feel like this
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| Such a mess when I’m in your presence
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| I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick
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| Gotta get you out of my system
|
| It’s my house
|
| And I think it’s time to get out
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| It’s my soul
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| It isn’t yours anymore
|
| It’s my house
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| And I think it’s time to get out
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| Yeah, I think it’s time to get out |