fixing up the broken door
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a fresh collage of wood and oil
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once a stately iron gate
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pressure's on to renovate
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too late
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water makes the hinges swing
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water hinges everything
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i was once immovable
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eager to stay comfortable
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growing up getting tall
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trust in not a thing at all
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i was taught to never hate
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but it's too late
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i can taste it
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not a drop is wasted
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lets synchronize our watches baby
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i'm afraid of the dark
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when in pain you cry
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from the most sensitive part of your eye
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is this a come on? come on
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shake me like a bad sun
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till i'm cool
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Pipsqueak
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