What they said In whispered tones Kept racing through my head Empty room Lit cigarettes Turning white knuckles red Youre coming home You think youre clear But I hear you shut the door Your storys straight But youre breathing fast And you give yourself away What you did What you said Thats the moment, now its dead Will never be the same Wont ever be the same The same again At my door I hear the bell But cant look you in the eye Sleep alone The TV flashes on and on and on I let you in I see your face But my patience fades away I shut you out When you wanted in Now theres nothing left to say You can take me down But you cant take it back You can take your time But it wont bring you back here You can take my word But you cant take my world
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