Out where the bright lights are glowing
You're drawn like a moth to a flame
You laugh while the wine's overflowing
While I sit and whisper your name
Four walls to hear me four walls to see
Four walls too near me closing in on me
Sometimes I ask why I'm waiting
But my walls have nothing to say
I'm made for love not for hating
But here where you left me I'll stay
Four walls to hear me four walls to see
Four walls too near me closing in on me
Closing in on me
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