Artist: A Week In July
Song: The Ceiling

Your open hands, just don't seem right
no not tonight, is it suppose to end this way
please just hold on, please just for one more day,
you hold him close
it means that we will never know
what hurts the most is now
I'm sleeping with you ghost, trixie how could you trick me?
how could you do this shit to me?
Find out what makes you scream and shout,
then report directly back to me,
remeber when I could say anything to make you laugh,
inside my heart the walls are thin,
the floor is breaking and the ceiling is caving in
TRIXIE......TRIXIE.......TRIXIE..........TRIXIE....TRIXIE

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