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