I build my thoughts from the ground, ground
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And every room with a view
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It should be structurally sound, sound
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To ever stand up to you
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As quick as brick can be laid, laid
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I'm building walls to provide
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Some kind of shelter to save, save
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Every good point I find
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Oh, but wind will blow
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And weeds will grow
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Inside your mind
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Foundation's cracked
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When you forget the facts
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Every time
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Repairs will need to be made, made
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I plan to compromise
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All progress has been delayed, -layed
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I'll reconsider design
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Oh boy you better beware, ware
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You're getting over your head
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It's looking less like a home, home
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And looking more like a shed
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Ah, but wind will blow
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And weeds will grow
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Inside your mind
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Foundation's cracked
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When you forget the facts
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Ah every time
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I know that you're always right, right
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My deconstruction is through
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I'll pack my thoughts up tonight, night
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And we'll just move in with you
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Foundation's Cracked
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The Features |