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Cold floors, landlords |
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Knocking knocking should we let him in |
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Should we lock the door + throw away the key |
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What should we hide first? |
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Should weThrow away every last comforting thing |
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Throw away the door, throw away the sink |
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Throw away the beds so no one can tell |
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This is how we, this is how well |
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Cut the power off, give me cold cramped rooms |
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Disconnected phones and leaky roofs |
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Give it to me in large unpaid bills |
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This is how we, this is how we will |
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Spend the rest of our days |
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Forever and always, this is |
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This is how we live |
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This is how we learn from our mistakes |
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Repeat them over + again |
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Put them all together, that's what we do |
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With a little curtain separating each room |
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Argue, bicker and fight |
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Everyone plots their escape |
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But in the end there's nowhere else to go |
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This is all we have, this is all we know |
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Noise spilling out from the traffic on the boulevard |
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Broken glass and hix in the towyard |
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Out back say, this is a declaration of war |
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We've heard that before |
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This is how we respond to a crisis |
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First we steal each other's stuff |
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Then we hide in all four corners of the house |
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Trying to pass the blame |
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We form another angry band |
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And locked them in his room |
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Brandon took all the pots and pans |
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Now what are we gonna do? |
