| 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 |