Born with crackling leaves
Valves unmoving steam
Never safety’s grasp
Double resewn clasp
And the wind ain’t blowing the sheets out on the line
And the fire ain’t getting the wind too hard to find
Most of us are sung in the key of discontent, we’re each a million dollars unspent
Most of us are found in the bin of scratch and dent, we’re each a million dollars unspent
Left her in a squall
Took a whole damned wall
Water rushing in
Lived with tide at chin
And the mailman knows that the mom knows what she did
But the dad makes sure that no letters reach the kid
Most of us are sung in the key of discontent, we’re each a million dollars unspent
Most of us are found in the bin of scratch and dent, we’re each a million dollars unspent
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