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I see four walls and six doors I see pictures of better off worlds Playing punk-rock and punching christ Morning trumpet ends the night I still see you sleeping in my bed Fighting you foreshadowed the end I still recall fucked shit you said I see guitars I see cases I see amps and cords Out there clustered blissful faces Someday they'll know all these words I won't see you sleeping in my bed