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The ceiling's the same as always |
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It's right above my head in the hallway |
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Peeling of paint disguising a sound kinda faint |
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Leaving me rising |
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I'm wondering why |
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You're in the picture at all now |
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Watching me waiting for my cue to fall down |
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Listen at the window the curtain remembers |
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You take a step back and i-i'll hit the floor |
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Every pane is cracked in the front door |
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Every drawer is packed |
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And still i found space in more |
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The ceiling's the same as always |
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It's right above my head in the hallway |
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Picture on the wall |
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You'll get tired of it |
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Put it out of sight |
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And make the shadow and the lampshade |
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Take another look |
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And someone's admiring it for all the time it took |
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You saw the moment get saved |
