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The House Always Wins

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So wake up and smell the scent on your skin The night breathes easily, the subway's wind Carries me back Brings me all the way back in Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in Through the night that rolls in every room You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon And I see the sad young friend has gone away With his promises, his speeches and his poems But the fields have drifted in to fill his space Like ghosts, like ghosts Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in Through the night that rolls in every room You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon And I remember afternoons inside your mother's house Us skipping school and getting high inside But I can't even think about anymore I can't fit my words inside The afternoons were grey and overwhelming as they fell To fused lamps and September's clarity The way back home is lost to us forever in the night And the leaves, the falling leaves Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in Through the night that rolls in every room You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon

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