.This is not a home, this is an apartment
Surrounded by the things accumulated here
This is not a dream, this is disappointment
Pop a cork alone, to toast another year>
Baby we could burn so free
If only you would turn your acetylene on me
Sorta like a cell, kinda like a pris.
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