False Highs - The Hand That Feeds You

Empty Walls

Home, where you were never present, relieve her of all your sins
You held me close once upon a time but I'm talking to the past
You live and you learn what you preach
you swore I'd never end up here again
This isn't what she wanted
she waited by the table for you to come home
Hollow home
Look me in the face and tell me I'm the one to blame
You live and you learn what you preach, just blame it on me
Home, where you were never present, relieve her of all your sins
You held me close once upon a time but I'm talking to the past
Lead me
I've grown heartless, I've grown numb to the bone
Will I ever be loved

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Writer(s): Erik Berg, Gustav Pettersson, Olle Wallgren
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