The house is calling
All the pictures
Awaken from the dead
How could I lose you
When I kept you
Locked inside my head
It’s the little things
That get to me
They creep under my skin
A stranger that I’ve met before
Neverending nostalgia
Has taken me prisoner
The world around me
Looks so lovely
When it’s being controlled
I found a poem
You wrote about me
Words that made me fold
It’s the little things
That get to me
They creep under my skin
A stranger that I’ve met before
Neverending nostalgia
Has taken me prisoner
Has taken me prisoner
Has taken me prisoner

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