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​Lindsay

This song is by Elliott Brood.

Can I sleep for a while
18-wheelers shake the walls
And the mortar's coming out
City says they'll tear her down

We grew up right here
Door frames marked with heights and years
Our lives in crooked frames
And kitchen table coffee stains

Go to sleep with a smile
Curled up winter's fireside
Flashlights on frozen pipes
And winter nights still frozen tight

And this old house
Packed up now and emptied out
Keep the things we spoke about
And let that thrift store sort the rest of it out
Let it sort the rest of it out

Ooh...