common places
haunted past
with all the woods now gone,
i knew it wouldn't last.
and all the faces are question marks
up and down the street
looking down the blockcommon places
haunted rooms
wandering inside
contemplating doom
it marks our faces,
when we don't smile.
don't get me out of bed
i want to lay here a whileso come another day
today i just cant
the faces are out there
this is your last chanceyou must come out.
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