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Frames The Fighting On The Stairs

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

: I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

one you try to ignore If you hear music late at night Some kind of party Some kind of life Just dont call the cops on me Girl come up stairs and talk

wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's running down the stairs. freeze the frame

one you try to ignore If you hear music late at night Some kind of party Some kind of life Just dont call the cops on me Girl come up stairs and talk

ve wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's running down the stairs. freeze the frame