by The Weeknd
This house is not a home to you
But you decide to go ahead and lay down, lay down
There are no words to describe the death of your difference
Cause I see you’re here to stay
Should of known to pick my fate
Ooh
I’m so wrong, I’m so wrong
To let you in my
To let you in my room
Now you know where I sleep
Hey there lonely girl
Did you have to tell your friends
About the way I got you screaming my name
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