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Behind the Building — three floors
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A quiet pop ballad on the stairwell — a neighbour smokes above, a neighbour smokes below, and I walk past both. The refrain is ours: the stairs don’t ask me anything.
The lyric
[verse]
Behind the building, on the stairs, the neighbour has his own
I say good morning, walk on past, and leave him there alone
His smoke goes up the stairwell like it always did before
I take the three floors slower now, I don't need the door
[chorus]
One flight, two flights, the key is in my hand
The stairs don't ask me anything, they just understand
Somebody smokes above me, somebody smokes below
I only walk the stairs, and let the habit go
[verse]
He nods, I nod, we're both the same age, both the same street
Only one of us is carrying the stairs under his feet
[bridge]
He'll stop when he stops — that is his to choose
I have my own floors, and I have my own shoes
[chorus]
One flight, two flights, the key is in my hand
The stairs don't ask me anything, they just understand
Somebody smokes above me, somebody smokes below
I only walk the stairs, and let the habit go
[outro]
Behind the building
three floors, and home
Idea and text: Pero · Music: AI-generated · Voice: synthetic
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