| Everybody needs their own oasis
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| Their own paradise to call their own
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| But while the penny’s scratched for single spaces
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| Move in with some strangers and call it home, oh no
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| They greet you with some smiles and lemon meringue
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| But there is something sketchy about the pie
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| But soon enough the crust will start revealing
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| All the filling is failed to catch your eye
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| Like the floor is made of eggshells
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| The roof is made of rain
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| The walls are opaque paper
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| The bones are a brittle frame
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| But nonetheless the life is mostly normal
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| But there was trouble brewing deep inside
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| For sure enough one night our star crossed lovers
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| Turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde
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| And through the night I suffered intimate violence
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| She would bite and kick and he would cry
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| And by the time I’m begging God for silence
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| She let out a scream as if something just died
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| Oh, terror on paradise
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| The price for a rented room
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| And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives
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| Into a paramedic doom
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| Cause that girl is a powder house
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| With an abbreviated fuse
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| And he’s a sucker for a tramp like a mess
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| He’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh
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| Home of my own
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| When the tempest past the worst is over
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| The underwear was washed and on the line
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| But as for me the innocent bystander
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| I fear their underwear has stained my mind, oh no
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| Happy days again a dinner party
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| She served her rack of lamb and sadistic too
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| For all the wild hair big eyes batting
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| Add an apple other than her boo
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| The food turned into foreplay
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| The wine turned into truth
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| Desires walking her way
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| And what she’ll leave is you
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| The floor turned into quicksand
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| Sinking where he stands
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| He needs me to be his saviour
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| He needs me to take his hand
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| Inevitably the house caved in
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| Me and desperado and a pile of wood
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| I listen to him bash but then I gave up
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| When he said I’ll leave her if I only could
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| And she return in the ruin like a lone soldier
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| Riding her little engine that could
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| She pulled him from the dust and said 'we can rebuild it'
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| He took her in his arms like a lover junkie would
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| Oh, terror on paradise
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| The price for a rented room
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| And a pot to piss in while they smoke their lives
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| Into a paramedic doom
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| Cause that girl is a powder house
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| With a schizophrenic moon
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| And he’s a sucker for a tramp like a master
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| He’s a trigger fool, yeah, yeah, oh
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| Home of my own
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| Home of my own
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| Home of my own
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| Home of my own
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| Home of my own |