| 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?
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| 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
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| Nowhere follows you
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| Nowhere follows you |