Certain kinds of nights, find me swimming alone, inside my bed.
Certain kinds of songs leave me without a sound without a trace.
Now I know, something aint right inside of her
Certain kinds of sounds find me slippin' away. Driftin away.
Certain kinds of light, find me sfalling into her summer dress
Now I know, something aint right inside of her.
It's not out of respect, the door is closed but the walls still haunt me. Still haunt me.
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