| Sitting in my glasshouse
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| While your ghost is sleeping down the hall
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| Watching the little birds fly
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| Kamikaze missions into the walls
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| Think i’m gonna stay in today
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| Sit on my couch and watch them fall
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| (drums)
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| Life just keeps getting harder
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| Keeps getting harder to hide
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| Darker it is around me
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| Easier it is to see inside
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| And outside the glass
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| The whole world is magnified
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| And it’s half an inch
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| From here to the other side
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| Guess that push has come to this
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| So i guess this must be shove
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| But before you throw those stones at me
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| Tell me what’s your house made of
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| If you think you know what i’m doing wrong
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| You’re going to have to get in line
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| For the purposes of this song
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| Lets just say i’m doing fine
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| Sure, i’m doing fine
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| Trapped in my glasshouse
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| Crowd has been gathering since dawn
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| Make a pot of coffee
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| While catastrophe awaits me out on the lawn
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| Think i’m going to stay in today
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| Pretend like i don’t know what’s going on
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| I guess that push has come to this
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| So i guess this must be shove
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| But before you throw those stones at me
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| Tell me what’s your house made of
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| And before you’ll know what i’m doing wrong
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| You’re going to have to get in line
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| So for the purposes of this song
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| Lets just say i’m doing fine
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| Sure, i’m doing fine
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| Sitting in my glass house
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| Sitting in my glass house |