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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
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