Every thing's cool
The rent is paid
The house is clean
Your bed is made
But it's a ghost town in your mind
Never had time to go to sleep
We'd wake up tangled in the sheets
On a bed that we called home
When the pain won't go away
You might as well put your finger on the trigger
Erase my love
I bet you can't Erase my touch
You're trying to replace
A figure without a name
With somebody else's face in your head.
(Erase - Mika)
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