Your windows are boarded up
And you've got a lot to think about
And we never got to talk
No we never got there at all
You can build a nest in my heart
All of the lights
They have burned out
All of the fires
They have died
All that we have is the memory
Of how the smoke got in our eyes
You can build a nest in my heart
Don't worry about the scars
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