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Oh, I’ve got no room to let
Got no room to let you live
No room to let you live and die
Inside this heart of mine

There’s just no time to waste
No time to waste on you and I
When all I want’s a nice soft bed
And a roof to hide the sky

Tar the soul up, stick the paper
Dress it up so neat
That even the lawman can’t tell what’s what
Under this faux-skin sheet

Got no room to let you in
Let you in and let you live
Let you live when all I’ve got
Is a pile of hopes and dreams.

Put the hammers down, folks
I said put the hammers down
It’s a fixer-upper, not a break-er-up,
And I’m moving out of this town

Reap what you sow and you’ll sow it again
Best to leave those fields to fallow
And dream of seeds you want to grow
While you watch the ground sprout mallow

Order’s up,
The soup’s gone cold;
I’ve let my body get too old,
Before I realized just how bold
I’d have to be to let myself get sold
The realization i’m not who I see

Oh, I’ve got no room to let,
No no, got no room to let,
‘Cause i’m renovatin’,
This place ain’t waitin’ –
I’ve got too much room
And no more doom
And fuck these curtains
And fuck this floor
I’ve had it, i’m done,
I won’t take anymore,
I want to be free,
I want to be ME,
And if that takes all my life,
Fucking Well.