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CEILING (HAYLEY WILLIAMS VERSION)

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Warm air
Warm air

Something in the way that you're staring into me
Got me blinded
On me when I change, on me when I stay the same
And I'm reminded
Try to make a plan, but it shatters in your hands
All the pieces
Never understand it, so I'm lying here and staring
At the ceiling
Ooh

Warm air
Warm air
Warm air
Warm air
Warm air