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Written by: jackie thomas

I shall clean my backyard before I clean yours,

I am standing in this mess at your backdoor only looking in,
...not knowing where the problem all begin...
...a call to me at two in the morning that seem to never end...
And all I can say to you that this is where I've been.


As I reflect back you stood in my mess at my backdoor only looking in,
...not knowing where the problem all begin...
...and that call to you that seem to never end...
And all you can say to me is that my backyard is not clean now nor was it clean then.