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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

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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

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