The clothesline of cold eyes is聽washing away the face before聽Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone U聽gotta do your best to decorate this dying day, &聽outside way, way up high
I got a quarter moon mist hanging over me &聽now, I want that rocking chair outta there聽'Cause he's no longer living here, it's no longer needed here
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