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Glass Homes Lyrics - Artist : Death From Above 1979
We're all born into other people's stuff
Maybe your politics suck Face it everybody's messed up We're all sick of the same old trick But there's some magic in the world Believe in something or it doesn't turn Round, round, round All we're doing is Throwing stones from glass homes Throwing stones from glass homes We're all born just trying to take a breath Maybe your lungs are still wet So you cry until you finally get A small piece of the sky inside You know that heaven is a leaven Hell is low and dry and so we get High, high, high Watch the ceiling, love Throwing stones from glass homes Throwing stones from glass homes Throwing stones from glass homes Throwing stones from glass homes |
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