It's beginning to look a lot like progress
Everywhere I look
There's a pile of sawdust there, making me sneeze again
And nailing, sawing even louder than before.
It's beginning to look a lot like progress
With the hardwood floor
But the prettiest sight so far is the the sun through the glass
of those eight foot doors.
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