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A house of empty rooms
Sung into like blowing up balloons

I'll tape the boxes
I'll pick up your slack when you're gone
Time laid out flat like a painting
Dashes of red in the ocean for seaweed in the sun

Like you know
Like you showed me
Life full of everything
More than I could give back

So slow
Carry the load
Like boxes of stuff
To the back of the truck

And when it is sold
And you leave from your bed
You'll live safe in my head