| We don’t belong here, in this house
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| The doors are sealed, it’s not for sale
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| We’ve been squatting here too long
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| All my friends are passing by just to get their high
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| As lethargic as they be, they’ll never leave
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| Burning books for fires next to empty bottles and broken glass
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| Splicing all of the wires collecting copper from all the baths
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| In a smoke filled room, we waste our time
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| Calloused and bruised you put your hand in mine
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| (Your hand in mine)
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| We don’t belong here, in this house
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| The doors are sealed, it’s not for sale
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| We’ve been squatting here too long
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| All my friends are passing by just to get their high
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| As lethargic as they be, they’ll never leave
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always
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| All the faces past through and some pass by
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| A few passed out and, sadly, some just pass
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| The sun will rise as we close our eyes
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| The face of the clock won’t stop changing
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| But how does it move? |
| (with hands made of stone)
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| Darkness falls and we’re alive
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| Always
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| We don’t belong here, in this house
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| The doors are sealed, it’s not for sale
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| (No, it’s not for sale)
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| We’ve been squatting here too long
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| All my friends are passing by
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| Just to get their high
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| (Just to get their high)
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| As lethargic as they be, they’ll never leave
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always, we will have each other
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| Always, always |