Light a match and burn this all down,
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Suffocate the voices in doubt.
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Nothing here is falling in place,
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A map that points to all our mistakes.
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Too much to handle, too much to take.
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This is a ghost town.
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Too far to go to get here,
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too much of this sound.
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And I need a light, I need to know when i can break out.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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Spiders crawling down from the walls,
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They might be listening to this call.
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Are you even all that you say?
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The chemicals, they make me this way.
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Too much to handle, too much too late.
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This is a ghost town.
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Too far to go to get to here,
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too much of this sound.
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I need a sign, I need to know when i can break out.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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When everybody acts like a game, Oh.
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Are we really just filling space?
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When all the pieces, they don't add up to none.
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Too much to handle, much to take.
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This is a ghost town.
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Too far to go to get to here,
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Too much of this sound.
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I need a light, I need to know when i can break out.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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Tell me it's safe now.
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Light a match and burn this all down
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Ghost Town
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| Cary Brothers |
