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And you were a house on fire |
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and I couldn't understand why |
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"Burn me all down to the ground," you said. |
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"The fire is on the inside." |
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Flames dancing like ghosts behind the windows |
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Pain jumping from the walls |
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You want to keep this private, I can see that |
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But you can't ask that of me, we've only just met |
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I said, "We need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?" |
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The answer was silence, I'll take it as a no |
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We all want to be normal anyways |
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We all want to be somewhere else than where we live |
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But that's not reality, it's just point of view |
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Let's not talk about the weather |
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And whether or not there's really rain in the clouds |
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Unless you just want to know if I feel the same as you |
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It's more measuring up than just wasting time |
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But time is not on our side, you're burning |
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Rain would only be a temporary fix |
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And there's just no place right now |
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for cute ironies like that anymore |
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You're a house on fire |
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We all write songs about life |
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We just sing them different |
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You sing the words but you don't know the song |
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And you expect us all to sing along? How selfish |
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The lengths that we go to to put so much distance between us is staggering |
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You're burning alive with stress and life |
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Both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside |
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Drop and roll, repeat line for emphasis |
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I'll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it |
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You're gonna be okay! Say it to me |
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The answer is still silence, I'll take it as a maybe |
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I can't decide if I should knock down your door or on it |
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Say the word and I'll take a hatchet to your heart or a pin prick |
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Cut right through the dark, let's spill out the contents |
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On our knees sorting through the remnants |
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Pour out your hates in my hands |
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I'll let 'em slip right here through my fingers |
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And this is for all of us |
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This is for the times that we only listen long enough |
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to know that the other person we're talking to has the same opinions we do. |
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For when we're burning inside |
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For when we're trying to hide that fact |
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This is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressed |
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Add another notch on our belts, put another feather to our headdress |
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I want to be the bigger man for you but I can't take this truth |
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I'm trying to kick the habit here but these track marks are a hundred proof |
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"Burn me all down to the ground," you said |
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Well, I'll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head |
