| I have all my things away
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| In here, with me
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| I can get them when I need
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| But not today
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| What’s the use in trying to stay
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| Inside the seams
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| Where you stitched your hopes and dreams
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| Back in the day
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| There are some who will always let you down
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| There are people who will chain your feet to the ground
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| White picket castles were built to fall down
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| This old sunken vessel is where I sleep
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| It’s not worth a nickel but it pays my keep
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| Where’s your white picket castle but where you seat yourself now?
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| Walk until my knees get weak
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| My eyes, they stare
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| Sunken, tangled in my hair
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| They comb the street
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| Spare a piece of something deep
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| For me to share
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| If it’s something I can wear
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| It’s yours to keep
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| There are some who will always let you down
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| There are people who will chain your feet to the ground
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| White picket castles were built to fall down
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| This old sunken vessel is where I sleep
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| It’s not worth a nickel but it pays my keep
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| Where’s your white picket castle but where you seat yourself now?
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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| This old sunken vessel is where I sleep
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| It’s not worth a nickel but it pays my keep
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| Oh, where’s your white picket castle but where you seat yourself now? |