| In this house
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| There’s no order
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| There’s no loss of love out here
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| If it’s over
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| And though I called
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| Out to you
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| Something is haunting these four walls
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| They know it’s true
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| I will crawl
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| Right back to you
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| Under the swollen summer sky
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| I’ll be there soon
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| I’ve been told, told
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| Of the new fast days
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| There’s some room to breathe but then I don’t think twice
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| We’ll be there soon, soon
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| Well all that’s in my mind
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| Has trickled out
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| Won’t let me breathe
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| All that’s in my mind
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| Has trickled out
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| Won’t let me leave
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| All that’s in my mind
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| Then we hold it
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| My heart is clean
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| Like a cratered moon
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| And the sea
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| Of darkling mood
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| I’ll be true
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| True to you
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| We may consume ourselves but I don’t think twice
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| I’ll be there soon, so…
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| Well all that’s in my mind
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| Has trickled out
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| Won’t let me breathe
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| All that’s in my mind
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| Has trickled out
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| Won’t let me leave
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| All that’s in my mind
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| Then we hold it
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| Uh oh, oh, there’s nothing here
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| Uh oh, oh, there’s nothing here; |
| here |