| Woke up at five
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| Got the ticket in my pocket, now I go
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| I fly to my hometown
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| I’m in the sky
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| 21B, I’m travelling alone
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| Looking in the window
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| I’m picking up the puzzle all night
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| Your ghost inside of my house, all white
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| And now you see me, I’m alright
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| I’m picking up, I’m picking up the pieces of my broken heart
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| I’m picking up the puzzle all night
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| Your ghost inside of my house, all white
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| And now you see me, I’m alright
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| I’m picking up, I’m picking up
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| I know you’re not happy staying here
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| And just to see me is your fear
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| You’re picking up the pieces of us
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| Open the door
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| I could live life for you, could you live for me?
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| Live your life for me
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| These walls can speak
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| The walls have seen how our lives turned to grey
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| Our home turned to waste
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| Two more days
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| I can’t imagine I’ve been here so many years
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| I fly away, would you fly with me?
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| I’m picking up the puzzle all night
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| Your ghost inside of my house, all white
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| And now you see me, I’m alright
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| I’m picking up, I’m picking up
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| I know you’re not happy staying here
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| And just to see me is your fear
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| You’re picking up the pieces of us |