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Long long way to
go
Reading faces and trusting eyes I realize talk is cheap and slow Makes me choose from doors I gravitate to worn out paint broken glass and dirty wooden floors This daily routine slows to a crawl around here Did you call my name
Did you talk to me
Trying to bring it
home
This daily routine never stops at all around here So I'll take it when
it comes and share it if I can
Did you call my name
Did I just not hear
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