Steinways (The)
The 400th Blows
These days I feel like I am alwaysstuck between these four grey wallsThey're pressing down on my insidesRun and run but I can't hideCan't run now you're on the clockpack up that 400th boxI had a memory of a vision of a planBut I missed that boat, that ship has sailedI'm locked up on the landAnd everything keeps changing as little as it canI'm giving up and it's starting to showCause it's all the time I'd rather be aloneAnd I'm really wishing that I could just go homeBut I can't stop
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