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bachia 44 - flannel lyrics

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i, i used to know who i was
and where i was going
i, i searched for bugs
and now i’m searching for something greater
this house, it has a presence
it whispers to me
and it had some patience
but now the bugs roam about

i have built my own home
and it’s grown so old
i may have dug my grave
and it’s where i’ll stay

this house has some photographs
they’re of people who’ve developed
but i’m, i’m still the same old faded face
a white blotch in the middle with my facе obscured
each photo has a new crowd
and i, i’m still the samе old blur
in my old red flannel
it’s all so obscured

i have built my own home
and it’s grown so old
i may have dug my grave
and it’s where i’ll stay
this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out

i have built my own home
and it’s grown so old
i may have dug my grave
and it’s where i’ll stay

(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)

(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)

i have built my own home
and it’s grown so old
i may have dug my grave
and it’s where i’ll stay

(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)
(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)

i have built my own home
and it’s grown so old
i may have dug my grave
and it’s where i’ll stay

(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)

(this house was fine until the bugs seeped in
the photos were fine until the light bled in
this house was fine until the mold set in
the photos were fine until my face faded out)

how’s it already over?

- bachia 44 lyrics

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