Oh, what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget, but not forgive
Not loving all you see
All the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
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Does your closet have room for my past?
Will you let your skeletons dance with mine
While I taste your breath after a glass of wine.
Do you think my monsters can stay under your bed for a night?
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