The Staves
Eyes down, door closed
Keep quiet, growing old
I know you, I see you
Cling to, the road you ride on
Homeless, more or less
Skin and bone, on your own
I’ll be alright, I’m doing fine
Keep my tongue behind my
Teeth and, get gone
You never were anyone
Keep your words, keep your mind
I’ll keep my tongue behind my teeth
Tongue behind my teeth
And I know it would do no good,
But I’d hurt you if I could
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