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Corrugated Windows - Into It. Over It.

Ten times out of ten

I know I'm nothing special

My clothes are so worn out

A soft breeze could burst their seams

I've torn right through my jeans in a valiant effort

To prove that I'm a master architect

Constructing a structure in which we'll spend the night

If I balance the walls just right

We could carve a folding door out of our discarded cardboard

And brace the night's display of poor support

Until the sun went down

As a storm came through and crushed our town

Of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles

So I'll say what I have to say and split

So you can keep the wreckage

And our tarp as your reminder

Because the cause is only as good as the people left behind it