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i wish i could navigate these tunnels at night so my feet could stay dry and avoid all the ice. i'm finding humor in your playlists and 80's sounding interests. it's seeping into my bloodstream and infecting my conscience. suddenly i'm humming along with one of your favorite songs i would have never liked if i found it on my own. you're taking over
this reminds me of our summer trip to fort james where you caught the flu and were forced to stay in. you would've loved it, the weather was great.
reaching into your pocket, i'm feeling uneasy, just hoping it's nothing and out comes your hand holding something that i can't place my finger on.
it's familiar, almost too much, but buried under the bed is a box full of things from my grandpa, he left it for me to find.
an assortment of photos of people i don't know and a note reading hang these things up in the attic. i know you, and i know you will do what i tell you

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from Buried Under the Bed, released January 30, 2011

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