It's in our home.
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Please let it go,
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Yes, I'm..
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I'm coming over top.
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You called..
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You sounded weak,
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It all makes sense,
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It all..
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I guess he got away,
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You don't need it anymore.
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So lock the door,
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Cause we're alone.
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No shame in taking off,
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Everything you tried to wear.
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So save your words,
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Don't smile at all.
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In the end, we all feel the pull.
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These sharper words that I formed,
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They're already gone now,
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We'll be ghosts, these ghosts that I have,
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And these nights fade together,
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And end our road,
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In your own..
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Alone..
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So lock the door,
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Cause we're alone.
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No shame in taking off,
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Everything you tried to wear.
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So save your words,
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Don't smile at all,
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In the end, we all feel the pull.
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I think it's time you let go, (whoa)
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The things that keep you trapped on your back.
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And I promise that his taste won't,
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Last forever, ohh.
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I promise that he won't be me,
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I.. Oh I promise,
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He won't wake up.
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I promise that he won't be me,
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I.. Oh I promise. (Ohh..)
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So lock the door,
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Cause we're alone.
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No shame in taking off,
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Everything you tried to wear.
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So save your words,
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Don't smile at all,
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In the end, we all feel the pull.
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Truth Hurts While Laying On Your Back
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| Emarosa |
