Yeah, I heard it from your brother
Yeah, this house is empty
Like before you even met me
They were market in the sensor
Yeah I remember dealing records
Bringing it all back home
Is comin through the shower
And the lightning marks the hours
I was over you were under
And you know it makes me wonder
Why I'm still here at all
I was curled up beside her
Mostly following behind her
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