I'm climbing up the stairs
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I'm circling the waves
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The broken ceiling paint
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The broken windowpane
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O a smile would melt
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Me to an asphalt strip
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Where all would travel
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Where all would tread and trip
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Where all the rolling rollers roll
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And all the secret someones go
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And all the roving rovers ramble
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Down my back, down my trackˇ¦
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The horizon disappears
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Like a windswept trail
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Gone from wind and rain
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Blurred like a charcoal stain
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Smearing your face
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Your shins are skinned again
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You can soak up my heat
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Sweat your beaded jewels to the street
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Where all the rolling rollers rollˇ¦
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Hey hey hey hey
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Tell me, did you make it to the show?
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Tell me, what did you make of the drummer's hair?
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Tell me, about the atmosphere
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Tell me, about the faces that greeted you there
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Where all the rolling rollers rollˇ¦
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Secret Someones
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| Laura Veirs |
