| Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the window
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| Which won’t open far enough to let air in
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| Feral cats are screaming at the clouds beneath the window
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| With the crack so small that nothing gets within
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in
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| Telephones are howling at the cats out in the alley
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| And the window offers nothing in the din
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| Clouds uncage the car alarms to chase the cats and telephones
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| Fingers rake and rasp away their skin
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in
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| Yeah, you don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in
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| Ice age upon catastrophic ice age of selection
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| And only one result has trickled in
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| If evil were a lesser breed than justice after all these years
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| The righteous would have freed the world of sin
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| The house wins
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| Oh, the house always wins
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in
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| (You don’t have to be alone)
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| You don’t have to be sick to be dying
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| You might as well give in
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| (You don’t have to be alone)
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| You don’t have to have lost to be lost
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| Oh, give in
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonely
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| You might as well give in |