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  This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone

They've heard this one a thousand times

Most exciting thing I do

Hang half way out a third floor window,

Maybe throw lit cigarettes down

And maybe I'll catch fire,

Something warm to hold me,

Something pure to burn away the darkness

That hides inside my mind

All that evil shit's not hard to find

I guess I only claim to be nice

This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone

They've seen this face a thousand times

Most relaxing thing I do

Hang half way out a third floor window,

And look at rocks if I fall out,

And maybe I'll fall hard,

Something tough to break me,

Something sharp to rip into my insides

And bleed out all that pain

Sorry I don't even know your name

I guess for me it's easy this way

Maybe I'll catch fire,

Something warm to hold me,

Something pure to burn away the darkness

That hides inside my mind

All that evil shit's not hard to find

I guess I only claim to be nice