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I remember this path like the curves of your face
That place that I haunt, that place that I embrace
I could walk it blind in darkness and never miss a step
That place that I haunt, that place where I wept

Sitting on the dirty floor
Hoping you come through door
Strike the match and watch it flame
I'm hoping that you feel the same

So tell me what's left, and tell me what has grown
Sometimes you need to know that I don't want to be shown
So tell me what's right when I won't pick up the phone
Sometimes I don't go big, sometimes I just go home

I remember the times we had that none could replace
That place that I haunt, that place that I embrace
Pacing back and forth and I can still feel the chill
That place that I haunt, that place just up the hill

The windows are all open now
The doors have all unlocked somehow
I know that you still hold the key
Help to solve this mystery

So tell me what's left, and tell me what has grown
Sometimes you need to know that I don't want to be shown
So tell me what's right when I won't pick up the phone
Sometimes I don't go big, sometimes I just go home