Screen falling off the door; door hanging off the hinges
My feet are still sore; my back is on the fringes
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We tore up the walls; we slept on couches
We lifted this house, we lifted this house
Fire-crackers in the east; my car parked south
Your hands on my cheeks; your shoulder in my mouth
I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine
We rattle this town, we rattle this scene
Oh, Anna Sun!
Oh, Anna Sun!
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What do you know? This house is falling apart
What can I say? This house is falling apart
We got no money, but we got heart
We