Sammy Copley - Real Estate

Fresh paint on the walls
Hopes and dreams from market stalls
Empty rooms and little lies
Sign the papers, dotted line
We came to find a home
A place to call our own
Say it soft and keep it true
Woolen carpet, eggshell blue
Is it worth it? is it kind?
To give you space here in my mind?
We came to find a home
Play pretend and build our own
Is it worth it? is it kind?

Written by:
Sammy Copley

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