WALKING THE FLOOR
there's a hole cut out of a picture
that's where her face use to be
and that guy standing next to her
that guy use to be me
i tried to stop her from leaving
i even got down on my knees
i cried but she wouldn't listen
she laughed when i said pretty please
now all night i pace back and fourth
i cry and talk to myself
i keep walking the floor over her
because i buried her under the house
that's where her face use to be
and that guy standing next to her
that guy use to be me
i tried to stop her from leaving
i even got down on my knees
i cried but she wouldn't listen
she laughed when i said pretty please
now all night i pace back and fourth
i cry and talk to myself
i keep walking the floor over her
because i buried her under the house
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