The walls
I built them
still standing tall and mighty
it used to be only music that could penetrate the walls
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if they so much as touch you
well, im not quite sure what i do
maybe it hurt them or kill the or both
im honestly not sure just how far i would go
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So what i died
a little inside
when i saw you turn your back
i thought you'd of said good bye
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walking down the stairs
you, you
and your beautiful
you and
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my eyes are burnt little holes in my face
I remember when they used to blue
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Can you hear me?
when I cry
‘'why why why? ’’
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