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some odd doorsome blooming treesenseless and awkwardfeeling hard uneasedsleep in rooms where people leavedry of gentlenessof lifeof breezesometimes you get so alone without a friendit's hard to know who you areand to pretendlittle lights reaching over my headshiny sinks to let myself out inand you won't call to say it's all right'cause you know it lasts all nightyou know you should be at homewhere it's good to be tiredunder a roof that you knowthat we're insidesome odd dooroff-white painted sillsfaded pictures gathered round me stilland i know what you face in the nightand i know you'll be alright
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