Pin Oaks

[00:12.91] You knocked and I let you in
[00:19.07] Unlocked the door, let you under my skin
[00:24.72] But hate lay like a snake in the grass
[00:31.02] Waiting to strike at our heels as we passed
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[00:42.94] She kept the key to my darkroom
[00:49.16] She left and warped the weft of my loom
[00:55.07] I saw hordes of gray eyes and dark, hungry mouths
[01:01.39] Lord knows what they were mumbling about
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[01:13.18] I lost hold of the rail I was grasping
[01:19.52] Ghostly pale, quaking like an aspen
[01:25.22] Now this thick rope encircles my neck
[01:31.68] Whispered, "I hope you're quick to forget"
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[02:15.49] Grief warms the back of your throat
[02:21.50] Greedy wind snatches at your threadbare coat
[02:27.60] Pin oaks and old rusty nails
[02:33.66] Pinafores rustle and fill like sails
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