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Siblings
Just scratch out the faces and
hang up the picture frame
I always thought it looked so pretty.
It's fitting how high up that
front porch step goes
Give it all you got
But that woods gonna creak
You're never making it up
The same way again
Listen to your instincts
Go call your fucking
siblings
hang up the picture frame
I always thought it looked so pretty.
It's fitting how high up that
front porch step goes
Give it all you got
But that woods gonna creak
You're never making it up
The same way again
Listen to your instincts
Go call your fucking
siblings
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