| The house is silent I canў‚¬"ўt hear a sound
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| Only hearing my hair grow and hit the ground
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| Theyў‚¬"ўve all grown or they just packed up and left
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| Left me with these years unfortunate
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| Like on my tv I will find the words that bring you back around
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| But this scene is full of twisted irony
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| Considering my tv has no sound
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| I canў‚¬"ўt take this shit lying down no I wonў‚¬"ўt
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| Kick all in my way to the ground
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| And fill this house again with the sounds
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| Voices singing laughter ringing and you
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| Look in my yard dogў‚¬"ўs not there
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| Gone like all the rest of them without a care
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| Just a well that everyone sucks dry
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| Dry up as the tumbleweeds are rolling by
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| I can finally speak the kind of words that lift you from the ground
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| I can still smell your sweetness in the air
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| And Iў‚¬"ўm dying slow from you not being around
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| I canў‚¬"ўt take this shit lying down no I wonў‚¬"ўt
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| Kick all in my way to the ground
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| And fill this house again with the sounds
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| Voices singing laughter ringing and you
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| Whoў‚¬"ўs bedtime itў‚¬"ўs empty who can I phone
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| And I canў‚¬"ўt sleep just yet here by my own
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| And what about you guess Iў‚¬"ўll watch one more show
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| I canў‚¬"ўt take this shit lying down no I wonў‚¬"ўt
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| Kick all in my way to the ground
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| And fill this house again with the sounds
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| Voices singing laughter ringing and you |