| Light up
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| Swallow stars and light up like a beacon
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| Back up
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| They thrive and feed upon the weak end
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| You’ve held your hands to the fire
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| The coals burn deeper than our skin
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| You can’t touch it but you feel it and you hear it
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| Your open heart gave them an in
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| You’ve let them in our home
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| (You've let them in our home)
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| All on your own
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| All these gnawing little demons
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| Have chilled me to the bone
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| You’re too open to their voices
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| They crawl through the walls
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| They put spells on your dolls
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| You’ve been woken by their voices
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| All the scratching and taunting
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| All their echoes are haunting
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| They make sounds for the animals
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| I hear them clawing at the…
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| Stay still
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| They make sounds for the animals
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| Fear and chills
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| I hear them clawing at the door
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| At the door, at the door
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| I hear them clawing at the door
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| You’re too open to their voices
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| As they crawl through the walls
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| They put spells on your dolls
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| You’ve been woken by their voices
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| All the scratching and taunting
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| All their echoes are haunting
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| Their echoes are haunting
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| Their echoes are haunting
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| Their echoes are haunting
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| You let them in our home
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| You let them in our home
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| Your sillhouette so bright and so vivid
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| Live statuette
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| Your red eyes are so livid
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| You let them in our home
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| You’re too open
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| You’re too open to their voices
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| You’re too open to their voices
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| As they crawl through the walls
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| They put spells on your dolls
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| You’ve been woken by their voices
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| All the sratching and taunting
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| All their echoes are haunting |