We creak and smoke and reflect poorly all covered in frost
Things come in the front door and go out the back
If we're standing far enough apart we're the same size
I've got things roosting and shitting under my eaves too
We look filthy at street level and better from the air
Full of ideas running from floor to floor door to door
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I know when I like something, and I like this here.
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