When I'm there
You are gone
Probably sleeping
Off a good one
Knock, knock, knock
I'll blow your house down
Unless you're inside
Then I'll just whistle
I came to tell you
The sun is out
It feels so good
But this burning hole
Must you feel everything
To know what you need?
A thousand words
Is more than enough
If you'd stop spitting
For a while and listen
You can hear the songs
That the birds like to sing
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