Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's jointĪnd the highway she's deserted, clear down to Breaker's Point It's Independence Day, all boys must run awayĪll men must make their way come Independence Day I guess that we were just too much of the same kind There was just no way this house could hold the two of us We chose the words and, yeah, we drew the lines Now I don't know what it always was with us They ain't gonna do to me what I watched them do to you There's a darkness in this town that's got us tooīut they can't touch me now and you can't touch me now 'Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now Well Papa go to bed now, it's getting late
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