| I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
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| So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear
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| The stairs creak as I sleep
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| It’s keeping me awake
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| It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
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| Some days I can’t even trust myself
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| It’s killing me to see you this way
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| Cause though the truth may vary
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| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
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| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey!
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| The screams all sound the same — Hey!
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| Though the truth may vary
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| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
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| There’s an old voice in my head
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| That’s holding me back
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| Well tell her that I miss our little talks
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| Soon it will all be over and buried with our past
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| We used to play outside when we were young
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| And full of life and full of love
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| Some days I don’t know if, wrong or right
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| My mind is playing tricks on me again
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| Cause though the truth may vary
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| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
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| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey!
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| The screams all sound the same — Hey!
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| Though the truth may vary
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| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
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| You’re gone, gone, gone away
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| I watched you disappear
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| All that’s left is a ghost of you
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| Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart
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| There’s nothing we can do
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| Just let me go, we’ll meet again so soon
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| Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
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| I’ll see you when I fall asleep
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| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey!
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| The screams all sound the same — Hey!
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| Though the truth may vary
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| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore |