Jesus Christ, it is Saturday and there are jackhammers blasting the asphalt in front of our house. The frame of the house is shaking. The cat hiding behind my books is shaking. I haven't slept except in naps since Sunday. How can this be legal? At nine in the morning on a weekend, even people who aren't us are asleep.
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- 1: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 2: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 3: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 4: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
- 5: There's more room on the basement couch
- 6: When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
- 7: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 8: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 9: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 10: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
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