Are you listening?
we write a thousand pages
they're torn and on the floor
and i cant find the window
we're locked behind these doors
and wait you're never leaving
this place is part of us
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My hands seem to decieve me
when i'm nervous or when i'm heathy
the scenery's all drawn.
they hang here from the walls dear,
painting pictures, bleeding colors,
blanket the windows
sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
your eyes see right through me
these fights with your arms left beside
one thing and one more says goodnight
you've got the map come get to me
these knuckles break before they bleed
tear out these veins that own my heart
this skin that wears your lasting marks
i've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
is thisyour lesson, a slight discretion
the lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
lock the doors from inside
your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
it leaves me breathless, i won't forget this, i won't forget
let the walls have their say
this time the walls will have their say
(no) no conversation, (with) without remorse
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this place, these walls mean everything to me