Feel like a thief about to break in
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Standing outside a broken window
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My breath is warm, the air is cold
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Hear noises of insects in the green wet grass
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I'm not gonna sell what I have stolen
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It's something that belongs to me
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The floor simmers, I am nervous
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Place my hand on the entrance wall
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There are shrieking whispers in the closets
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Layers of dust on every surface
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Please wash my head in a bucket of water
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Rinse every corner of my body
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Feel like a thief about to break in
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Watching people pass on the street
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I wish to own the glow in their eye
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Because they are so beautiful
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Thief About To Break In
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| Teitur |
