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On the home stretch Some hundred meters yet Before I reach my door Trees ripping up the pavement And a junkie’s on our porch again Sleeping on the velvet sofa Sobering, dreaming Till the cops roll over Make him leave 264, 264 Chalmers Street Oh-oh-oh-oh Now I’m outstretched Lying on my bed In my room without a view To the wall next door And the ceilings growing black again Swallows up the daylight from the hallways But it's alright I don’t mind I can’t see any flaws Oh, the flaws For 264