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A man steps into his house
He hasn′t been here in a while
A man speaks, he reeks of rust
Fell asleep in the parking lot


I was five
You took me to the movies and your love is time
In this front seat
Everything feels the same

I was four
All I saw was red paint all across our front door
Everything has changed

Drive away
The clouds still look the same