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May 2016
Walk the hill, reach the top
Lead horizon, see it drop

Scale the mountain, taste the sky
Clouds are sour, stinging your eyes

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do

Soft and warm, wrapped in despair
If I'm void of concerns, then for what do I care

Paint the walls white, a thousand layers
No memories to bite, and silence my prayers

And all thats clear in my mind

The house thats built from sticks and glue
Was never meant for the likes of you

I could never ignore
How you knocked down the door

On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue
I don't know what to do


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Simon Fox
Written by
Simon Fox  London
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