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May 2015
Rolled up the doormat
There's no more welcome here
No more space to drag your feet
I'm beating out the dust for good
Clearing the air
I'll send you floating on the wind to cloud someone else's doorway
Go tread your poison on some other path
You won't have this stone to step on anymore
RRD
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