| I’ll be the one to let this roof cave in on me
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| Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea
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| We push away our families to understand our needs
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| The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me
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| Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets
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| Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet
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| And now I know I never knew about you, only me
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| We carried this inside like some disease we couldn’t beat
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| But we could work, to try to live and get by
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| To make our family in a second-floor apartment
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| Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold
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| Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost
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| Try to grieve, to flex and release
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| To cry and work out with the underrate apartment
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| Moments are a lifetime
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| Lockin' in a straight line
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| This could take a little while to shake things off
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| Down by the water’s edge
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| Under a dying tree
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| I let my body slip
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| Something inside of me
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| But when I came around
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| Some kind of murky face
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| I don’t ever want to be alone like this
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| And I will tuck into you like I always long to be
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| Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree
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| It was you who knew me first, saw this wasn’t meant for kids like me
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| Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see
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| But as you grip the tide
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| You blundered aside
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| Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence
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| Sinking in a white foam
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| Running to a new home
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| We can only understand the things we see
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| You cease, desist
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| And view me like this
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| The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights
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| Standing on a threshold body out and flesh cold
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| I don’t ever want to be alone like this, no
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| I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet
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| I never sleep, I never eat
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| I am learning how to be lost completely
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| I want to be found, we crave the things we push away
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| These patterns cut like every day
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| I need you to reach I need you to need me
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| Down by the water’s edge
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| Under a dying tree
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| I let my body slip
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| Something inside of me
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| But when I came around
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| Some kind of murky face
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| Shakin' my bones put me back in my place
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| I don’t ever want to be alone like this
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| Haunted by the presence of the things I miss
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| I don’t ever want to be alone like this
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| Haunted by the presence of the things I miss, no
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| I am becoming the ghost of myself
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| Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself
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| Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell
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| Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself |