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(Dan Messe) |
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The sidewalk bends where your house ends |
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Like the neighborhood is on its knees |
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You're surrounded by a chain-link fence |
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That keeps me out but lets me see |
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Well I come by most every night |
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The shutters pounding in the breeze |
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A clothesline strung like paper kites |
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That blow my words right back at me |
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But someday when my heart exhales |
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I'll tell you everything |
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These sweet words spilling all about us |
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I'll say please please be with me |
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And I'll breathe so easily |
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But instead |
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I'm turning blue |
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I look at you |
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And keep my stupid mouth shut |
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The hall light streams out through the screens |
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And the shadows capture me in webs |
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Just tangled up in what |
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I've seen |
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And every word |
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I have not said |
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I have not said |
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Cuz the sidewalk bends where your house ends |
