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This is the old house |
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We used to live in |
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This is the space in between |
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What is lost and what is gone |
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Don't ask me about the value, and what it costs |
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Cause this is so out of your reach anyway |
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I call this agony |
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Cause wherever i go |
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It's already been here |
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I find it hard to breathe |
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Cause whatever i take up |
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Has been taken before |
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Everything's just an approach |
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We can just try to get close |
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But we won't ever come to the point |
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And in case i let you see |
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What this all means to me |
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What you see will be your own reflection |
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So i call this sympathy |
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Cause wherever we go |
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We go there alone |
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I find it hard to breathe |
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Cause whatever i take up |
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Has been taken before |
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We just try to get close to it |
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We just try to get close to it |
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We just try to get close to it |
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We just try to get close to it |
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I call this sympathy |
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Cause wherever we go |
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We go there alone |
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I find it hard to breathe |
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Cause whatever i take up |
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Has been taken before |
