(Ina) Gadda-Da-Vida - 16bit, Eddie Hind

I feel you in these walls, You’re a cold air creeping in, Chill me to my bones

and skin.

I heard you down the hall, But it’s vacant when I’m looking in, Who let you in?

You walk around like you own the place, But you never say anything.

I caught you walking straight through my walls, Guess it was all my fault.

I think I let you in.

Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in your

presence.

I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my

system.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.

You’re at my bedroom door, Heard your footsteps on the floor, Closer than ever

before.

And now you’re in my room, You’re a cold air creeping through, Under sheets

avoiding you.

You walk around I can hear you pace, Circling my bed frame.

Now we’re face to face, Head on my pillowcase, But darling, you can’t stay.

Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in your

presence.

I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my

system.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.

Haven’t you heard?

I’m not yours anymore.

I’m not yours anymore.

It’s my soul, and I think it’s time to get out.

Haven’t you heard?

I’m not yours anymore.

I’m not yours anymore.

It’s my house.

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I feel you in these walls, You’re a cold air creeping in, Chill me to my bones

and skin.) Never thought that I would feel like this, Such a mess when I’m in

your presence.

I’ve had enough, I think you’ve been making me sick, Gotta get you out of my

system.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

It’s my soul, It isn’t yours anymore.

It’s my house, And I think it’s time to get out.

Yeah, I think it’s time to get out.