Cul De Sac

I live in a small room with all my things in place
I see no reason to pretend

Lock the front door
Shut the curtains
It's a matter of dissent

Nothing special on the dance floor
See the forest for the trees

Start a new day
Spray the hollyhocks
Turn that paper into gold



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Toher
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