| 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 |