Tear down the bearing wall,
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Put up a picture window,
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Something to look through,
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At the bastard colours,
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Burnt sienna.
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Put down the wrecking ball,
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Who has a friend, who needs one?
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I've got a way to get to work in almost any city,
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Doesn't matter where,
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Take a needle, I won't be there,
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Privileges forsaken there,
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Liberties I've taken take me nowhere.
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Put down the wrecking ball,
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Don't let a childhood linger,
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They'll take the world apart and break my baby brother's finger,
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So he can't shake my hand,
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Guard the dead against my legacy,
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And lack the wound no more.
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Run from nowhere, nowhere follows you.
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Burn down the house.
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Make sure the family is inside;
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Nothing more to tether you.
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Also no one there to catch you crying.
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Nothing but my famous pillow,
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And my father's rocking chair,
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(get a sliver when you sit there)
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Every mess I make I make a run from nowhere,
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Nowhere follows you,
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Nowhere follows you,
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Nowhere follows...
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Wrecking Ball (Live)
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Harvey Danger |