Bring Prudence
Bring Prudence - Furniture lyrics
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And then I found out from the breezes. They said I can't love all the pieces. Some homes have holes in the ceiling. You melted the rose. Now, you're leaving. I built a new door, but nobody's knocking. I built a new door, but nobody's knocking.
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