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Oct 2013
The house is empty
But the kettle's hot
The walls are bare
But the door's unlocked
The receivers ringing
But the phone's on hold
The lights are on
But the rooms gone cold
The windows are open
But the glass is cracked
The suns still shining
But the sky's gone black
The blood's still pooling on the bathroom floor
'Cause what's hiding there
Isn't hiding anymore
Written by
Phoebe Caitlin  England
(England)   
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   Skyy Blu
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