| I didn’t build this place
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| I didn’t get to pick where the trees were planted and the bricks were paved
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| I didn’t sink the post or hang the wire around this hell I’m in
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| And there’s no escape and nothing’s safe
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| When you’re a prisoner to everything
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| I couldn’t run away from my reflection
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| Smoke and mirrors in both directions
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| Empty memories on every wall
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| Burn the hurt to the ground just take it all
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| I poured the gas, I lit the match
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| Didn’t grab a damn thing on my way out
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| But I stopped and watched as the flames grew higher
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| To my house on fire
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| I still replay those words
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| Only ten years old and hate is what I heard
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| From that loving church
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| «And there’s no salvation on the road you’re takin' ««And a kid like you ain’t worth saving»
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| I couldn’t run away from my reflection
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| Smoke and mirrors in both directions
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| Empty memories on every wall
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| Burn the hurt to the ground just take it all
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| I poured the gas, I lit the match
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| Didn’t grab a damn thing on my way out
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| But I stopped and watched as the flames grew higher |
| To my house on fire
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| Too fragile to be strong
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| And so afraid to be wrong
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| Oooaaaah woooaah
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| I couldn’t run away from my reflection
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| Smoke and mirrors in both directions
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| Empty memories on every wall
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| Burn the hurt to the ground just take it all
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| I poured the gas, I lit the match
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| Didn’t grab a damn thing on my way out
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| But I stopped and watched as the flames grew higher, higher, higher
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| To my house on fire
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| Fire (fire)
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| Fire (fire)
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire |