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Filmore
Filmore
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Filmore
Filmore
Songwriter
Austin Evans
Austin Evans
Songwriter
William weatherly
William weatherly
Songwriter
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William weatherly
William weatherly
Producer

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This empty house half of your everything
And I'm broken down pretending that you'll come back around
For this life and the shit that you left behind
Lipstick, stained glass full of red wine
Your perfume, your hair ties ain't outta sight and ain't outta mind
Keep messing me up, baby, I'll be fine
It gets me every time
'Cause I can't shake your echo
Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
Hanging everywhere we go
Every street light 'round midnight in mid town bars
In my head, in my bed, in my car
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I'm listening to all the voicemails you left me
I should delete with the rest of your memory
Since you're long gone, I know I should move on
But your ghost is all I got so haunt me all you want
Keep messing me up, baby, I'll be fine
It gets me every time
'Cause I can't shake your echo
Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
Hanging everywhere we go
Every street light 'round midnight in mid town bars
In my head, in my bed, in my car
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
Keep messing me up, baby, I'll be fine
It gets me every time
'Cause I can't shake your echo
Bouncing down these halls like your shadow
Hanging everywhere we go
Every street light 'round midnight in mid town bars
In my head, in my bed, in my car
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
I can't shake your echo
Your echo
Your echo
Written by: Austin Evans, Tyler Filmore, William weatherly
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