Questions for Dome Chomsky

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The sounds from the old house The smell of my own breath Or the closing of the back door I don't know how I didn't see this coming You made us leave so we walked through the cold night (It's not the first time) You've let this family down (It should be the last time) I know you can change Come on now, you know that it's useless to try and reach out for your future
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