If only there was a way that I could explain, how desertion leaves you with it's delicate strain
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This is my last, chance to impress
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And I'll take this opportunity, to blow you away
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Today my senses are so high that
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The scratch of my own pen on paper deafens me
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Until I'm bleeding from both ears
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Cos today I'm attempting to take my mind away from everything
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That's lead me here again
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Talk about skeletons in your closet
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Well there's a fuckin cemetery in mine
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Another failed attempt to withstand temptation
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I'm beginning to wonder if I even tried
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I'm sick of being stuck inside these four walls
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For hours on end I sit and stare
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I need a breathe of fresh air
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And I can't stand another day inside this house
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It's breaking me down I'm so useless in here
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And I want out
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So I'll take this as my last chance to impress you
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I wana build an expectation to live up to
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I wana be more than just a conciousless face
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In a crowd of people who I don't care for
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And I can't stand another day inside this house
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It's breaking me down I'm so useless in here
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And I want out
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And I can't stand another day inside this house
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I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't stand it in this house
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And after all that we've been through I am still here for you
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And I can't stand another day inside this house
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I said I want out
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And I can't stand another day inside this house
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It's breaking me down I'm so useless in here
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And I want out
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(Talk about skeletons in your closet
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Well there's a fuckin cemetery in mine)
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Another Day In This House
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| Deaf Havana |
