Well I’ve been huddled up alone
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By the fire even though
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I’m not exactly feeling cold
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And I’ve been bundled up for days
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Too confused to be amazed
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At all the icy water in my veins
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Why do I feel so alone?
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Yeah I’ve been moving in and out
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Of this old split-level house
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And I’d just as soon burn the whole place down
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‘Cause I quit working lumberyards
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To build a mansion out of cards
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But I feel thin behind these paper walls
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Why do I feel so alone?
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‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite
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Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite
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But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right
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That makes every love lost just a holiday every night
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Well I’ve been painting through the night
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In the basement out of sight
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Brushing paper tigers black and white
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‘Cause come tomorrow afternoon
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I’ll fill a helium balloon
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And set them free into the baby blue sky
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So they won’t have to be alone
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‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite
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Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite
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But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right
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That makes every love lost just a holiday every night
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But when I close these heavy lids after dark
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Each sweet dream is a target
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And all my shots are so consistently wide of the mark
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‘Cause the angriest bark is always worse than the bite
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Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite
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But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right
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That makes every love lost just a holiday every night
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Just a holiday every night
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Just a holiday every night
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Just a holiday every night
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Well I’ve been huddled up alone
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By the fire even though
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I’m not exactly feeling cold
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But how my heartache hit the trail
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When a paper tiger tail
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Fluttered down, I guess I’ll never know
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Paper Tigers (Demo)
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| Owl City |
