| In this house red curtains dim the day
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| In this hall black and white pictures hang
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| In this room friends come to drink their wine
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| In my head I tend to spend my time, yeah
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| I’m a wrecking ball, a liar
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| I’m a lover with no fire
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| I’m a loner but I’m tired
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| I’m a wrecking ball, yeah
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| On this screen I see my latest dream
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| On these shelves I keep my family
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| In this bed I watch them fall asleep
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| In my ears all night I hear them breathe, yeah
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| I’m a wrecking ball, a liar
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| I’m a lover with no fire
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| I’m a loner but I’m tired
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| I’m a wrecking ball, yeah
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| In this book words missing for so long
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| On this page I’ll write them
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| I’ve been wrong
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| I’m a wrecking ball, a liar
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| I’m a lover with no fire
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| I’m a loner but I’m tired
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| I’m tired
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| I’m a wrecking ball, a liar
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| I’m a lover with no fire
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| I’m a loner but I’m tired of this wrecking ball
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| I’m a wrecking ball, yeah |