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The sun said nothing
About my demise, my fall to the floor
Sparks from your stare cascade into mine
Started a war
Started a war
Monday morning, hungover, red eyes
Hide it all away
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Out of it, you handle it for everyone
Take a poisoned dart to my heart, and then I'm done
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
These floorboards creaking, my body's old
The sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
'Til I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Oh-oh-oh, I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Writer(s): Thomas Smith, William Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay, Elliott Williams
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