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sitting in my glass house |
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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 going to stay in today |
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sit on the couch and watch them fall |
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life keeps getting harder |
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and it just keeps getting harder to hide |
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the darker it is around me |
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the easier it is to see inside |
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outside the glass |
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the whole world is magnified |
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and it's half an inch |
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from here to the other side |
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i 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 is your house made of? |
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and if you think you know what i'm doing wrong |
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you're gonna have to get in line |
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but for the purposes of this song |
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let's just say i'm doing fine |
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i guess i'm doing fine |
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trapped in my glass house |
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a crowd has been gathering outside since dawn |
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i 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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and pretend like i don't know what's going on |
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yeah, i 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 is your house made of? |
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and if you think you know what i'm doing wrong |
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you're gonna half to get in line |
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but for the purposes of this song |
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let's just say i'm doing fine |
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i think i'm doing fine |