Attic
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Attic
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Yeah, I see me laying on the attic space
I don’t need anybody, I don’t need anything to say
Yeah, I’m sitting, listening to Page and Plant
An old guitar, a glass of wine, smoking and making plans
And I’m shitting to bullshit that people say
A broken heart makes you think on the other way
While I’m hearing what Robinson brothers said
I can calm down, restore my soul and send the anger away
This ceiling with all different kinds of plagues
Pieces of foam keep on falling right on my face
And I’m shitting to bullshit that people say
A broken heart makes you think on the other way
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