Incident Investigation Report

Morning the alarm goes off
We’re up to cook the oats
I can smell the coffee and the
Burning of the toast
Can’t say I loved you best
Unless the longest is the most

Accustomed to such a place (3x
You will feel its full meaning
And terrible beauty

Not planning my escape, but I’m
Hangin by the windows and doors
Not climbin to the ceiling
But I’m crawlin on the floor
I’ve looked at the foundation
It’s rotten to the core

Accustomed to such a place (3x
You will feel its full meaning
And incredible beauty

Complete the incident investigation report (4x

Pagin thru old photographs
It’s not really my way
You look over my shoulder
Like you got something to say
I feed the warmth inside you
But I don’t think I can stay

Accustomed to such a place (3x
You will feel its full meaning
And incredible beauty….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)

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