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This house is fragile
Baby these walls are thin
I can hear everything
I can hear everything
Cracks trace the walls
There are memories etched in the halls
Weeds growing on the lot
I guess they just forgot
And I'm sitting in my room thinking of you
Paint on my hands
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Stories of another lover, written on the glass
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Tears in my eyes
I am staring straight into the light
There is something about being blind
It makes love easier every time
And I pull back, looking at all of the cracks
That run through this house like an ancient artifact
And I'm sitting in my room thinking of you
Paint on my hands
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Stories of another lover, written on the glass
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
This house is fragile
Maybe these walls are thin
It doesn't take much, I know that I'd give in
And in my room, there's so many drawings of you
And I wish I know enough about the front of you
But there's nothing else I can do
Baby, these walls are thin
Baby, I can hear everything
Baby these walls are thin
I can hear everything
I can hear everything
Cracks trace the walls
There are memories etched in the halls
Weeds growing on the lot
I guess they just forgot
And I'm sitting in my room thinking of you
Paint on my hands
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Stories of another lover, written on the glass
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Tears in my eyes
I am staring straight into the light
There is something about being blind
It makes love easier every time
And I pull back, looking at all of the cracks
That run through this house like an ancient artifact
And I'm sitting in my room thinking of you
Paint on my hands
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
Stories of another lover, written on the glass
I'm gonna make this one last
I'm gonna make this one last
This house is fragile
Maybe these walls are thin
It doesn't take much, I know that I'd give in
And in my room, there's so many drawings of you
And I wish I know enough about the front of you
But there's nothing else I can do
Baby, these walls are thin
Baby, I can hear everything
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