| There’s a black rainbow above my house
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| Match the curtains and the floor
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| I think I’m glass I think I’m breaking it Wrecking ball outside the door
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| Let the children act like furniture
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| For the ladies of the lawn
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| But I can’t see them I can’t see at all
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| Here it’s nighttime all the time
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| Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection
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| Tell him I got nothing for him
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| Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection
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| What’s he gonna win when he wins
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| The unkissed boys and girls of paradise
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| Are lining up around the block
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| Back pockets full of dynamite
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| While the neighbors talk and talk and talk
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| Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection
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| Tell him I got nothing for him
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| Bird outside the kitchen fighting his reflection
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| What’s he gonna win when he wins
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| Throw the phone out the window
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| If you want the neighbors woke
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| You’ll have to shout out loud
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| And set the bed alight and slow
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| If you want the neighbors woke
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| You’ll have to shout even louder |