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House cleaning

im in the hallway just a searchin for some conversation

to find a line so i can tie along and get a head

no need to ever be concerned about my reputation

half the time ill just forget all of the things i said

 

im in the stairwell just considering some contemplation

a little thinking, see if i can straighten out my neck

im on the top flight waiting for an explanation

but i always find another stair to climb instead

 

im in the attic just relying on my intuition

i feel around up in the cobwebs with the things unseen

i see a light so i believe that its what ive been missin

then realize its just another television screen

 

now I'm laying in the bedroom

broken pictures on the walls

im locking down the deadbolt

im not taking any calls

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brian-downs
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Dec 3, 2013
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