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Trays filled up with with polaroids and post cards |
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The past in pictures of the family evergreen within me |
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Books that I won't read of gourmet recipes aload' astrology, autobiographies, on me |
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And all the signs lead me home And oh, this life is dragging on |
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I've got coins of gold and grayscale rainbows, a modern gramophone I'll never feel alone, we're all alone |
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Stamps and envelopes all piled on the stove, a noble burial, |
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this mess is my home, sweet home |
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And all the signs lead me home And oh, this life is dragging on |
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Life is alone So alone So alone |
