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Suicide Stains
What a quiet place
Doesn’t it seem
But in an out of place sort of way
Yes of course I hear the train you idiot that’s not what I mean
I swear sometimes you’re dumb as a post
Now be quiet come on this way
Now where was I
Ah hum Yes
See how time has left a quiet pause in this place
The rooms are empty
But not completely you see
Photographs artist paint brushes sheet music
Yea and then paint cans and coffee cup with spoon
That’s what I mean
Different points in time
All of these things were left from before
The others later on
Now you see what I mean
She left a
Stain on the ceiling
When he left he made a
Stain on floor
Quiet here comes that train again
