My heart is like a clapboard house
Made on the way to West
It goes up fast and crumbles faster
When the nails start to collapse and bend
There are cracks all in the walls that the wind just loves to whistle through
And when the snow comes down outside it floats into the house
There are holes of knots in aincent wood
That people can peer out of
And dust comes through the mortar just to tease the feather dusters
Made on the way to West
It goes up fast and crumbles faster
When the nails start to collapse and bend
There are cracks all in the walls that the wind just loves to whistle through
And when the snow comes down outside it floats into the house
There are holes of knots in aincent wood
That people can peer out of
And dust comes through the mortar just to tease the feather dusters
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