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Chairs stretch for miles, all empty seats,
Nobody came to watch you leave.
With baited breath we sing for death,
By men in white your body is blessed.

We’ll burn your dirty sheets and fan the flames onto your history, wash you clean away.
We’ll throw your ash to sea and stain the blue, and if I see your face it will be too soon.

This house has no windows,
Your eyes have no soul.
This house has no windows,
You can’t see the sky at all.

Its so cold here in side your home, here inside your head, the place you lost it all.
Its so cold here in side your home, here inside your head, the place you took the fall.

Theres a cold you can’t forget, Im on the corner of your bed thinking how you fell so far.

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from This House Has No Windows, released October 23, 2015

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