You fill me up till your empty,
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I took too much and you let me,
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we¡¯ve been down all these roads before,
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And what we found don¡¯t live there anymore,
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It¡¯s dark,
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And it¡¯s cold,
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If my hand is not the one you¡¯re meant to hold,
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Maybe you¡¯d be happier with someone else,
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Maybe loving me is the reason you can¡¯t love yourself,
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Before I turn your heart into a ghost town,
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Show me everything we¡¯ve built so I can tear it all down,
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You know I¡¯ll stay don¡¯t you tempt me,
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But all this weight is getting heavy,
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Been holding up what wasn¡¯t meant to stand,
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I turned this love into a waist-land,
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It¡¯s dark,
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it¡¯s cold,
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If my hand is not the one you¡¯re meant to hold,
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Maybe you¡¯d be happier with someone else,
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Maybe loving me is the reason you can¡¯t love yourself,
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Before I turn your heart into a ghost town,
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Show me everything we¡¯ve built so I can tear it all down,
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The streets are empty,
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Where love once was but it¡¯s faded away,
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These broken memories,
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I¡¯m left here alone and afraid to say,
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Maybe you¡¯d be happier with someone else,
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Oooooh,
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Maybe you¡¯d be happier with someone else,
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Maybe loving me is the reason you can¡¯t love yourself,
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Before I turn your heart into a ghost town,
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Show me everything we¡¯ve built so I can tear it all down,
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GHOST TOWN
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| Benson Boone |
