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you remind me of home

the paint cracks, where the water leaks

the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feat

you remind me of home

the heaters warm, that fills the room

of potpouri of dust and gas fills

you remind me of home

a broken bed, with dirty sheets

that creeks when i am shifting in my sleep

you remind me of home

in a suburban town, with nothing to do

patiently waiting for something to happen

but the foundation is crumbling

become one with the ground

while you lay there in slumber

you're wasting your life

wasting your life

you're wasting your life

wasting your life

you're wasting you're life

wasting your life

you're wasting your life

wasting your life

wasting your life

you remind me of home, sitting on a bristol couch

I'm trying to get this all down