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We moved in We moved in We moved into that house with a hand me down couch A bucket of paint and a hand me down dog What's going to happen inside of this house? The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog Cotton ball sheep Stuck to the walls A cracked window It wasn't our fault Cookie fortunes Taped to the shelves What's going happen Inside of this shell? We lived We lived in that house that we shared with a mouse A buck and a spider, some ants and a dog What's gonna happen inside of this house? The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog Cobwebs built where eyes don't fall Connect our photos to the wall Snails that sit on piano tops A garden built on cinderblocks Tape on the knob A lock with no key Had to climb through a window We were gone for four weeks Memory jar pouring out on the shelf A glimpse of the world outside of the shell We lived We lived Never raked our leaves in fall We wrote our names on to the wall Knew every car, a thousand walks We loved our neighbors, we hardly talked Inside those walls, a world of tunes Maddie, Moe, Boo Lee, Light of the Loon The Koyanagi Brothers and Mare too Donna, Chase, Mister Habu Leaves on the lawn Cloud in the fog We lived We moved out of that house with a hand me down couch A head full of songs and a hand me down dog What's going to happen, outside of that house? The types of questions you ask when you're a cloud in the fog