some odd door
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some blooming tree
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senseless and awkward
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feeling hard uneased
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sleep in rooms where people leave
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dry of gentleness
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of life
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of breeze
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sometimes you get so alone without a friend
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it's hard to know who you are
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and to pretend
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little lights reaching over my head
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shiny sinks to let myself out in
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and you won't call to say it's all right
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'cause you know it lasts all night
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you know you should be at home
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where it's good to be tired
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under a roof that you know
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that we're inside
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some odd door
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off-white painted sills
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faded pictures gathered round me still
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and i know what you face in the night
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and i know you'll be alright
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Over My Head
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Red House Painters |