We made ourselves home out of our dreams
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Brought with us this love now bittersweet
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Maybe I could say now that I always thought of you
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How you run to walk with me whole life through
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And I know we go deeper than skin but what lies within
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It's still deeper than we know
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And for all this pantomime
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You should see the state I'm in
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I couldn't heal myself with time alone
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I have you tattooed on my skin
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This house is full of stories we both told
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These rooms, their very stage where they don't fall
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These walls, they whisper secrets and memories they're of
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This door no longer leads us to their love
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And I know we go deeper than skin but what lies within
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It's still deeper than we know
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And for all this pantomime
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You should see the state I'm in
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I couldn't heal myself with time alone
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I have you tattooed on my skin
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All I ever wanted was to hold you
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What can I do now to make things new
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I ain't trying to write you into a song
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'Cause you're too sacred and I would feel wrong
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But when irony life holds,
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I was finally ready to meet you half way
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You turned and walked away
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And for all this pantomime
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You should see the state I'm in
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I couldn't heal myself with time alone
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I have you tattooed on my skin
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I couldn't heal myself with time alone
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I have you tattooed on my skin
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Skin
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Poets Of The Fall |