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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
Oh, 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

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Never thought that I would feel like this
Such a mess when I'm in your presence
I've had enough, think you've been making me sick
Gotta get you out of my system, yeah

It's my house (my house)
And I think it's time to get out
It's my soul (it's my soul)
It isn't yours anymore
It's my house (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
Oh
But, 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, yeah

It's my house (my house)
And I think it's time to get out
It's my soul (it's my soul)
It isn't yours anymore
It's my house (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
(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)

It's my house (my house)
And I think it's time to get out
It's my soul (it's my soul)
It isn't yours anymore
It's my house (my house)
And I think it's time to get out
Yeah, I think it's time to get out

Yeah, Yeah
Woah
Yeah, I think it's time to get out

Writer(s): Lyndsey Gerd Gunnulfsen, Blake Preston Harnage

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