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I walked thru the door and took a seat
listening to words that seem to bounce right off my chest
like I heard it all before
teach an old dog the same old trick
tide underside my pillow
willow thundering
I ate the crumbs and I spilled the wine
the thought that counts
burning candles shining in the light
shining.
tide underside my pillow
willow thundering