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I have all my things away |
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In here, with me |
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I can get them when I need |
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But not today |
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What's the use in trying to stay |
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Inside the seams |
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Where you stitched your hopes and dreams |
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Back in the day |
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There are some who will always let you down |
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There are people who will chain your feet to the ground |
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White picket castles were built to fall down |
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This old sunken vessel is where I sleep |
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It's not worth a nickel but it pays my keep |
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Where's your white picket castle but where you seat yourself now? |
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Walk until my knees get weak |
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My eyes, they stare |
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Sunken, tangled in my hair |
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They comb the street |
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Spare a piece of something deep |
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For me to share |
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If it's something I can wear |
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It's yours to keep |
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There are some who will always let you down |
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There are people who will chain your feet to the ground |
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White picket castles were built to fall down |
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This old sunken vessel is where I sleep |
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It's not worth a nickel but it pays my keep |
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Where's your white picket castle but where you seat yourself now? |
