Under the carport that has no spring
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Cement floors where the creatures ring
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And your mother she never calls
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Says you're the cause of all her pain
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But all these things don't carry camelot
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Through the betrayed all these things
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Don't hold form with a stout cord and chain
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You are out of sorts and ready to retire
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On the brink of my answer i fell asleep
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For a little while
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All These Things
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| Shannon Wright |
