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E5A5
i've got a cupboard with cans of food
filtered water and pictures of you
and I'm not comin' out until this is all over
and i'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
and I'm screamin' at the top of my lungs
pretendin' the echoes belong
to someonF#me A
someone I used to know E5 A5
and we becomF#me B
silhouettes when our bodies finally go E5 A5
i wanna walk through the empty streets
with something constant under my feet
but all the news reports recommend that I stay indoors
because the air outside'll make
our cells divide at an alarming rate
'til our shells simply cannot hold our insides in
and that's when (that's when)
that's when we'll expF#mlode A
and it won't be a pretty sight E5 A5
and we'll beF#mcome B
silhouettes when our bodies finally go E5 A5
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