sitting in my glasshouse
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while your ghost is sleeping down the hall
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watching the little birds fly
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kamikaze missions into the walls
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think i'm gonna stay in today
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sit on my couch and watch them fall
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[drums]
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life just keeps getting harder
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keeps getting harder to hide
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darker it is around me
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easier it is to see inside
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and outside the glass
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the whole world is magnified
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and its barely an inch
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from here to the other side
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[chorus]
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guess that push has come to this
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so i guess this must be shove
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but before you throw those stones at me
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tell me what's your house made of
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and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
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you're going to have to get in line
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for the purposes of this song
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lets just say i'm doing fine
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sure, i'm doing fine
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trapped in my glasshouse
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crowd has been gathering since dawn
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make a pot of coffee
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while catastrophe awaits me out on the lawn
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think i'm going to stay in today
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pretend like i don't know what's going on
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seems that push has come to this
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so i guess this must be shove
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but before you throw those stones at me
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tell me what's your house made of
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and before you'll know what i'm doing wrong
|
you're going to have to get in line
|
so for the purposes of this song
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lets just say i'm doing fine
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sure, i'm doing fine
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sitting in my glass house
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sitting in my glass house
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Glass House
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Ani DiFranco |