Place Too Low
Tried to keep my thinking down
Took some time to work it out
Never in a place too low
In a house up on a hill
Called out to me that I should know
With a whisper and a rope
Being sold
When you go
Give it to me
In words I know
Don't make it your own
Struggle being driven out
Of a crowded humming house
Took my arms and legs in theirs
Stolen with a breathe of air
Called out to me that I would fall
Left my face pressed on a wall
Bring sold

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