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You laugh at dead ends

You’re the only one I know

You’re not fond of chances

Anymore than letting go

I’m here to keep the ghosts away

So lie down in my arms

'Cause we’re becoming home

Don’t fly out of my arms

Your ribs like branches

To keep the glowin' close

You’re not fond of chances

Not the only one I know

You breathe in with me

I know you’re keeping face

Lost to the ceiling

You won’t hear me say

I’m here to keep the ghosts away

Don’t fly out of my arms

'Cause we’re becoming home

Don’t fly out of my arms

I’m here to keep the ghosts away

Don’t fly out of my arms

As we’re becoming home

You fly out of my arms