This horseless carriage leads me home.
My hands remain folded.
My life remains a Sunday.
Brick by brick I built this staircase.
Brick by brick I walk on.
Situated just below the ground and just above your head.
Throw your roses, throw your tears down.
If we don`t meet (again) this side of heaven, make sure you`re right.
Stutter.
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