Footsteps
...don't even think about getting inside. Voices in my head. Ooh, voices.
I got scratches all over my arms. One for each day since I fell apart.
I did, oh, what I had to do. If there was a reason it was you.
Footsteps in the hall... It was you, you.
Oh, pictures on my chest... It was you. It was you...
...don't even think about getting inside. Voices in my head. Ooh, voices.
I got scratches all over my arms. One for each day since I fell apart.
I did, oh, what I had to do. If there was a reason it was you.
Footsteps in the hall... It was you, you.
Oh, pictures on my chest... It was you. It was you...
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