Funhouse

I dance around this empty house,
why do i feel this partys over (sober)
screamin down the halls,
i dont know if i can yell any louder (please don't leave me)
pictures framing up the past
we look pretty normal lets go back to that (family portrait)
this museum full of ash
I think Ill get out of here(just like a pill)

This used to be a funhouse
so convinced and just too cool(who knew)
Its time to start the countdown
coming down, coming down, coming down.

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Louise
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