The Last Ten Homes
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The Last Ten Homes lyrics

GenrePost Rock
Duration2:38
Original languageEnglish
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A man walks into his cell And he looks at his story to tell There are no walls in this place Just a picture staring him in the face He said "Hey there, picture What are you hanging on? It looks like you don't belong here Suspended in the air But you're the one making the call Without asking what's better for all" So then he gets out of his cell And he looks around hoping to tell His whole story, beginning to end But the bitter sea likes to be Hauntingly lonely, making it all the worse To lose a friend

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