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Take the stones that break your bones And build a house that is a home Etch your eyes into the mirrors So you can see yourself clearer Drag your hands across the walls Walk your paramore through the halls Walk up to the attic and rehash old memories Of adolescence, music, and psychedelic drugs Run through the forest of trees that surround your house and bring you to your knees Take the stones that break your bones and build a house, that makes you feel at home
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Stones
Take the stones that break your bones And build a house that is a home Etch your eyes into the mirrors So you can see yourself clearer Drag your hands across the walls Walk your paramore through the halls Walk up to the attic and rehash old memories Of adolescence, music, and psychedelic drugs Run through the forest of trees that surround your house and bring you to your knees Take the stones that break your bones and build a house, that makes you feel at home
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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