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what do i care? i'll clean up to make things look their very best to feel my worst what's inside is no longer mine to destroy but all the same on each new sunday i'll be repaid again with memories of trailer park gravel streets evenings, alone in a new home sunlight shinning through the front window tree people on my radio listen closely i've got absolutely nothing to say to you that you think you already new grow old and uninspired floor'll crumble if you get tired don't grow old and unispired floor'll crumble if you get tired i'm losing the steam |
