Abrasion Songtext

I like to see
The stone steps rounded
And bowed by a billion scuffing soles
And dirt paths cutting corners

The evidence of abrasion
On a wall behind a chair
That has recorded every end of working day
The fumble-marks around a keyhole
And wedding ring scratches on a rail
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