Building Never Ends When It's What You Construct
All The Classic Fittings With Rough Edges Tucked
The Streets Are Lyrics To Songs I've Always Heard
Now The Words Are Empty And All Slurred
Been Given The Apple But The Core Is Rotten
Mouthful Of Taste I Wished I Had Forgotten
Notions Of A Home That I Hadn't Yet Seen
Notions Go Home Once You Have Been
The Only Thing Green On These Shores Is Me
Making Up A Living In The Land Of The Free
CK
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