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There's nobody around So I guess we run this town Empty promises and doubt Isn't the silence getting too loud We've walked this road a million times Our footprints stain the townhouse tiles They've all changed and grown up They don't remember who lashed out If we can't learn to let go We might as well become their ghosts Your hands are bleeding now From holding on too long To the sword that cut you down Now we're here all bled out They can see right through us now As we shamelessly bow The curtains close but there is no crowd How long are we going to act this out If we can't learn to let go We might as well become their ghosts. There's no one left to haunt I see you roaming alone in this house There's a skeleton in the foyer It's like looking in a mirror Feels like eternity I think it's time I leave If I have to walk this road alone I know where I'm going to go Somewhere I know I can be ...

We were living in utopia Where the grass was always green And when it turned yellow The neighbors heard you scream And everything spilt Even the iced out secrets I stared in disbelief As you began your inquest How do I tell you not to Make it a big deal These are insecurities And I swallowed the key Look at me now And tell me things will be the same We can still be that house Just lock out all the shame I can look past it But if you can't join me too At least let me believe you can Even if it isn't true Warriors or not We can't fight this battle We know too much about us For us to handle I can't change the tides When we're in the middle of the sea I hope when we reach land It will give you a chance to see And know just know To not make it a big deal Even you have insecurities And you swallowed your key Look at me now And tell me things will be the same We can still be that house Just lock out all the shame You ...

We were like the hardwood floors Older but not one bit mature We were living in a daydream With a façade dressed up like the queen You'd find us cackling like the fireplace On a cold winter's night Coz we were laughing at the memories we'd Make, In the rest of our lives These stonewalls Hold in the stories That we were meant to tell And the bookshelf As high as the ceiling Reminds us to never forget That every town has someone like us Us who aren't the type to fit in Always seen out on the run Because everything real isn't exciting We bring back pieces of the sidewalk Everywhere it touched our feet We'll always be that House That House On the Street For every thrill that expired Grew a white rose in the back Our dreams were as big as our windows We wouldn't dare give up on that We built up a sky high picket fence That was the only thing that would reflect The disapproval from prying eyes We could never seem to brea...

I closed my eyes And I called myself a dreamer I never realised All I needed was a believer To look through walls that I built up In the upheaval And break them down and make the  Simulation real Bending rules of reality I crafted my Masterpiece The journey means the most to me We're not done we're now on the run You and I we're going places No need to count the paces There's no limit to to the faces We get to be Kingdom come and all the castles Harmlessly hurt all the masses Them and we we're going places We watch the days go by Like a movie reel Play them back and forth It's nice to finally feel Like the good things Can be actually real But what's the point If I can't really see it We timed out of reality I'm still working on my Masterpiece There's so much that we haven't seen We're not done, we're still on the run. You and I we're going places No need to count the paces There...