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Tear down the bearing wall |
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Put up a picture window |
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Something to look through |
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At the bastard colors |
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Burnt sienna |
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Put down the wrecking ball |
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Who has a friend, who needs one? |
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I've got a way to get to work in almost any city |
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Doesn't matter where |
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Take a needle, i won't be there |
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Privileges forsaken there |
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Liberties i've taken take me nowhere |
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Put down the wrecking ball |
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Don't let a childhood linger |
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They'll take the world apart and break my baby brother's finger |
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So he can't shake my hand |
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Guard the dead against my legacy |
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And lack the wound no more |
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Run from nowhere, nowhere follows you |
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Burn down the house |
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Make sure the family is inside |
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Nothing more to tether you |
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Also no one there to catch you crying |
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Nothing but my famous pillow |
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And my father's rocking chair |
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(get a sliver when you sit there) |
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Every mess i make i make a run from nowhere |
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Nowhere follows you |
