Common places
Haunted past
With all the woods now gone,
I knew it wouldn’t last
All those faces
are question marks
Up and down the street
Looking down the block
Common places
Haunted rooms
Wandering inside
Contemplating doom
It marks our faces
when we don’t smile
Don’t get me out of bed
I want to lay here awhile
So come another day
Today, I just can’t
The faces are out there
This is your last chance
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