Fourth street, and November Take off your shoes when you come in I'll do my best to remember "Falling fences" is the password That let's me in to your room Where you hide your ghost Matchbooks, the hidden car keys Take off your shoes when you come in I make excuses for the bad talk No word is ugly when you speak In your room where the light is on We hide our ghosts In your room where the light is on We hide our ghosts
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