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May 13, 2014

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house. 
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear 

The stairs creak as I sleep, 
it’s keeping me awake 
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes 

Some days I can’t even dress myself. 
It’s killing me to see you this way. 

‘Cause though the truth may vary 
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore. 

There’s an old voice in my head 
that’s holding me back 
Well tell her that I miss our little talks. 

Soon it will all be over, buried with our past 
We used to play outside when we were young 
and full of life and full of love. 

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear. 

‘Cause though the truth may vary 
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore 

Don’t listen to a word I say 
The screams all sound the same. 

Though the truth may vary 
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore 

You’re gone, gone, gone away, 
I watched you disappear. 
All that’s left is a ghost of you. 
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart, 
there’s nothing we can do, 
Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon. 

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around 
I’ll see you when I fall asleep. 

Don’t listen to a word I say 
The screams all sound the same. 

Though the truth may vary 
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore 

Don’t listen to a word I say 
The screams all sound the same. 

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