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A rubble of stones
Tangled in vines
And now all the blackbirds have flown

And written in stone
The family name
So heavy to lift on your own

And this is where you go
Stoned and drunk out of your head
They promised you death
A door you can walk through
This is where you go

And under the stairs
Where spiders lay eggs
And weave webs to fill up the holes

Tiny bright eyes
Look up from the cracks
As you try to keep yourself whole

And this is where you go
Stoned and drunk out of your head
They promised you death
A door you can walk through
This where you go

A step every day
A creak every step
A stone in your way
A way down to earth

A bottle of pills
A bottled up hope
A hope that the voices will stop

Cause you alone can breathe in your own way
Yes you alone can live in your own way

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