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Spook Houses
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Old Folks
i threw up under that tree in high school
always looking for something nice or something alright
alone under bedsheet covers
driving around, i'll think of old friends underground, 'remember yesterday, remember today.'
think something nice or nothing alright,
driving silence isn't silence
i went through that hole
where old folks don't go
and i wrote my name there
i wrote my name there
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