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The house tonight is sealed with ice |
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And I can hear the rear window ache |
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Inside I'm warm and very much alive, alike |
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And it's just nice to know I can write me up a place to go |
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Where I'm free from the pressure that binds me |
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Moments pass me like cars |
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I could care |
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I'm not moved, I'm sick, oh yeah |
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The house tonight's on loan for all I like |
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The house that hope has built inside my child mind |
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Hey, I don't want to be confined in a charity of my own worth |
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Now I've earned more than I'll ever |
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Moments pass me like cars |
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I could care |
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I'm not depressed, I'm sick, oh yeah |
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My logic is backward |
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Tables turn overnight |
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Tables turn |
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Moments pass me like cars |
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I could care |
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I'm not moved, I'm sick, oh yeah |
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There is a hole in my life I lost to luck |
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There is a hole in my life I lost to luck |
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There is a hole in my life I lost to luck |
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There is a hole in my life I lost to luck |