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 |
