Looking past the door and you see out
Smiling on the floor and your in doubt
Trying to find a place in time
A place to call your own
Nobodies left its after noon
Theres not much more to show
Who are who are?
Carpets peeling Im still feeling
The TVs on but were not watching it
A bronze mid sun upon a mountain cliff
Practicing all of the things I quit
Trying to find a place in time
A place to call your own
Nobodies left its after noon
Theres not much more to show
Who are who are?
Trying to find a place in time
A place to call your own
Nobodies left its after noon
Theres not much more to show
Who are who are?
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