Are you listening?
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We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor.
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Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors.
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And we are never leaving, this place is part of us.
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And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch.
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My hands seem to deceive me
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When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.
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The scenery's all drawn.
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They hang here from the walls dear,
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Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
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Blanket the windows.
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Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
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Your eyes can see right through me.
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These fights with your arms left beside.
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It's one thing and one more says goodnight.
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You've got the map come get to me.
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These knuckles break before they bleed.
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Tear out these veins that own my heart.
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This skin that wears your lasting marks.
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I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me.
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Is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
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The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you.
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Lock the doors from the inside.
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Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
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It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this,
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I won't forget.
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Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
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Your eyes can see right through me.
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Let the walls have their say. [x6]
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Have their say.
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There's no conversation, words without remorse.
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And this television drowns the only source.
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Wake from these dreams of you in my arms.
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Go to the staircase where you hold my heart.
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This place, these walls mean everything to me.
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Walls
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Emery |