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I build my thoughts from the ground, ground |
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And every room with a view |
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It should be structurally sound, sound |
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To ever stand up to you |
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As quick as brick can be laid, laid |
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I'm building walls to provide |
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Some kind of shelter to save, save |
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Every good point |
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I find Oh, but wind will blow |
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And weeds will grow |
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Inside your mind |
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Foundation's cracked |
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When you forget the facts |
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Every time |
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Repairs will need to be made, made |
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I plan to compromise |
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All progress has been delayed, -layed |
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I'll reconsider design |
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Oh boy you better beware, ware |
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You're getting over your head |
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It's looking less like a home, home |
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And looking more like a shed |
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Ah, but wind will blow |
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And weeds will grow |
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Inside your mind |
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Foundation's cracked |
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When you forget the facts |
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Ah every time |
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I know that you're always right, right |
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My deconstruction is through |
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I'll pack my thoughts up tonight, night |
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And we'll just move in with you |
