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A Scrapbook of bad memories Torchering and haunting this house everyday I'll get some matches and gasoline We'll torch this house And burn those memories This house was completely empty Were the ones that filled it with pain So sick of all the yelling I think i'm going insane Take my ears and throw them in a river Don't want to listen to this shit no more Take this house and put it up for sale Cause even if you fix this home Our lives are already broke. 2x This house was completely empty Were the ones that filled it with pain So sick of all the yelling I think i'm going insane From Letras Mania