(Dan Messe)
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The sidewalk bends where your house ends
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Like the neighborhood is on its knees
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You're surrounded by a chain-link fence
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That keeps me out but lets me see
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Well I come by most every night
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The shutters pounding in the breeze
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A clothesline strung like paper kites
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That blow my words right back at me
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But someday when my heart exhales
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I'll tell you everything
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These sweet words spilling all about us
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I'll say please please be with me
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And I'll breathe so easily
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But instead I'm turning blue
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I look at you
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And keep my stupid mouth shut
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The hall light streams out through the screens
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And the shadows capture me in webs
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Just tangled up in what I've seen
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And every word I have not said
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I have not said
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Cuz the sidewalk bends where your house ends
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Stupid Mouth Shut
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Hem |