you made my heart your home
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so i snuck up on the rooftop
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to peer down at you
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through the skylight
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to find that you were setting fires
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who sets fire to their own home?
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my chest is burning
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but i am not the one pointing fingers
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not making accusations
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it is the last day of summer and i am standing alone
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only this time it is cold and it is two years later
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i see everything in a thousand shades of red
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now that the scales have fallen from my eyes
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you fan the flames
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every time there is silence
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you fan the flames
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with departure
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only you can put me out
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so you put me out
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i am falling down
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still burning from the inside
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and i see you right there by my side
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you will see this time
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so i put you out
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Where Shadows Lie
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
