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I sit inside alone, piles of scattered memories surround me |
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Torn pieces on the floor, bags outside the doorway |
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If only I had a dime for every time I just didn't find my heart |
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I'm clearing out this house of clutter |
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I toss my trash into the gutter |
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It's over, at least it will be soon |
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Boxes full of lies and letters |
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Pictures ripped up so much better |
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room |
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I got a special kinda of paint, to brush away the frenzy |
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Left behind, I the bed a mess on his side |
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And wear his t-shirt on last time then I dust with it again |
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I could try a thousand times to just defy his heart |
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But I'm clearing out this house of clutter |
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I toss my trash into the gutter |
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It's over, at least it will be soon |
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Boxes full of lies and letters |
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Pictures ripped up, so much better |
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room |
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I'm clearing out this house of clutter |
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I toss my trash into the gutter |
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It's over, at least it will be soon |
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Boxes full of lies and letters |
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Pictures ripped up so much better |
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It's over, now that's its me and this empty room |
