Small Black - Postcard

[Verse 1]
Wake up
In the grid
In the house
Where your parents lived

Postcard on the fridge
But I never even looked at it
Seemed like a long way off
From nothing
At least you were somewhere
I wasn't

[Chorus]
'Cause this is
This is where we live
This is where we live
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it

[Verse 2]
God moves
The traffic along
Put me up on the
Milk carton

Watch me blow
Across the lawn
You said my life's
A narrow onе

But maybe it's
The one I want?
Wе don't choose
The place we start

Have fun wherever you are
I know it's not that far

[Chorus]
'Cause this is
This is where we live
This is where we live
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it
Nothing we can do about it

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