| Broke into the old apartment
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| This is where we used to live
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| Broken glass, broke and hungry
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| Broken hearts and broken bones
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| This is where we used to live
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| Why did you paint the walls?
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| Why did you clean the floor?
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| Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
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| This is where we used to live
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| Why did you keep the mousetrap?
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| Why did you keep the dish rack?
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| These things used to be mine
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| I guess they still are, I want them back
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| Broke into the old apartment
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| Forty-two steps from the street
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| Crooked landing
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| Crooked landlord
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| Narrow laneway filled with crooks
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| This is where we used to live
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| Why did they pave the lawn?
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| Why did they change the locks?
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| Why did I have to break in, I only came here to talk
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| This is where we used to live
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| How is the neighbour downstairs?
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| How is her temper this year?
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| I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun
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| I know we don’t live here anymore
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| We bought an old house on the Danforth
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| She loves me and her body keeps me warm
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| I’m happy there
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| But this is where we used to live
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| Broke into the old apartment
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| Tore the phone out of the wall
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| Only memories, fading memories
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| Blending into dull tableaux
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| I want them back |