[00:10.04]This is not a home, this is an apartment
[00:26.59]Surrounded by the things accumulated here
[00:36.98]This is not a dream, this is disappointment
[00:46.86]Pop a cork alone, to toast another year
[00:56.09]Baby we could burn so free
[01:05.04]If only you would turn your acetylene on me
[01:16.51]Sorta like a cell, kinda like a prison
[01:28.05]Spend a lot of time in solitary there
[01:37.60]Pamphlet on the door declaring He is risen
[01:47.12]Too far out to know, to far gone to care
[01:56.79]Baby we could burn so free
[02:06.80]If only you would turn your acetylene on me
[02:17.09]Baby we could burn so free
[03:04.90]If only you would turn your acetylene on me
[03:16.85]Baby, baby we could burn so free
[03:23.60]If only you would turn your acetylene on me
[03:37.65]This is not a home, this is an apartment
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