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Welcome to our humble home, we can't you invite you in |
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Cause someone's gone and made a wreck of everything again |
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Like this coffee table footrest where the whisky glass leaves rings |
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and i guess we just can't have nice things |
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The phone must not be working cause you haven't called me yet |
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the chair that i wake up has been burned by cigarettes |
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I tell myself it's only smoke that suffocates and clings |
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And I guess we just can't have nice things |
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Step around the wedding presents we're returning to the store |
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the lamp inside the window isn't burning any more |
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The mirror only shows me someone else's face it seems |
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And I guess we just can't have nice things |
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A teardrop on each pillow here, a hole in every wall |
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Still I'd rather these things than have nothing |
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Keep the bedroom door shut just to hide our broken dreams |
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It's where we tried to rise up on our torn and tattered wings |
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The vows have lost their meaning and memory only stings |
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And I guess we just can't have nice things |
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No I guess we just can't have nice things |