I sit inside alone, piles of scattered memories surround me
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Torn pieces on the floor, bags outside the doorway
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If only I had a dime for every time I just didn't find my heart
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I'm clearing out this house of clutter
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I toss my trash into the gutter
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It's over, at least it will be soon
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Boxes full of lies and letters
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Pictures ripped up so much better
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room
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I got a special kinda of paint, to brush away the frenzy
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Left behind, I the bed a mess on his side
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And wear his t-shirt on last time then I dust with it again
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I could try a thousand times to just defy his heart
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But I'm clearing out this house of clutter
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I toss my trash into the gutter
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It's over, at least it will be soon
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Boxes full of lies and letters
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Pictures ripped up, so much better
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room
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I'm clearing out this house of clutter
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I toss my trash into the gutter
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It's over, at least it will be soon
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Boxes full of lies and letters
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Pictures ripped up so much better
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room
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This Empty Room
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| Lucy Woodward |
