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Put on your overcoat |
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This old house has some kind of draught |
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Even the warmest days it seems cold out |
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Summers never seem to last |
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So maybe we should move to Arizona |
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Stay at a dozen houses per spell |
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Spent the last three months in South Dakota here |
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Difference now I can't seem to tell |
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And I'm trying to sleep but there's talking in there |
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And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air |
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And you've waited and waited and waited |
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Just to fall here |
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And again |
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Now we find ourselves in temple |
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Write these thoughts down every day |
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Seems the symptoms of self discovery |
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Often lead to our dismay |
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And I'm trying to sleep but there's talking in there |
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And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air |
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And you've waited and waited and waited |
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Just to fall |
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There's no use in trying when you can't even see |
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The distinction between what is real and you need and your |
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Your hope's gone away |
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And you're away |
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And I'll tell |
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And you're away |
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And I'll tell |
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So where did he come? |
