The back door
The smell isn't good
Leaving its air
Only the bad will dance
The living in the back door
The silent prayers to be free
The cry in the alley
Only the bad will twist it
The back door
The howling in the open
The eyes of red the soul of blue
Let's don't pretend it isn't true
The cascading wind blowing
Hard on the back door
It's a matter of time it will fall
The hinges pull out dropping flat on the ground
The back door
The smell isn't good
It needs fresh air
It needs changes to stay fresh
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