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What they said*
In whispered tones
Kept racing through my head
Empty room
Lit cigarettes
Turning white knuckles red
You're coming home
You think you're clear
But I hear you shut the door
Your story's straight
But you're breathing fast
And you give yourself away
In whispered tones
Kept racing through my head
Empty room
Lit cigarettes
Turning white knuckles red
You're coming home
You think you're clear
But I hear you shut the door
Your story's straight
But you're breathing fast
And you give yourself away
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