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Empty boxes

from The Bedroom Tapes I by Pedro Barba

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the place is a mess all in boxes all packed in we don't talk at the table we have a lot on our plates and i look at floor I don't need to see your face but you look at the door you know that you will regret fire slowly dies in the back porch we all drink and talk by the front door sun's setting down it's still summer and we still don't know anything at all this place is a mess empty boxes dust everywhere we laugh at the table that's the best that it gets and i look through the window it’s starting to rain and you look at the door still you don't understand fire grows slowly in the back porch they all drink and talk by the front door this winter sun feels like summer but we are not around anymore

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from The Bedroom Tapes I, released November 28, 2013

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Little songs from my bedroom in Düsseldorf, Germany.

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