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Here in a borrowed house
with a borrowed door in a borrowed street
I watch my borrowed neighbours
from a borrowed room with a borrowed view

Outside the clock is ticking
there's a man with a gun and a cord of wood
But I'm dancing under streetlights
and wanting me a piece of sisterhood

Where did it go
where did I land
Everything's worth giving chances
like shot romances
and forgotten dances

I'm making borrowed noises
giving her my borrowed piece of mind
I'm borrowing her time
counting down the hours, tick tock ticking away

She's giving me her fingers
whistling along to my every word
I'm giving her my freedom
knowing she will fly like a broken bird

Where did it go
where did we land
Everything's worth giving chances
shot romances
and forgotten dances

I'm leaving my home number
they can call me if they want to, but I'll be gone
my footprints and my shadows,
will be there to show where I don't belong

I'm borrowing a line
from a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot
and some experience
from a well-used life
in a used-up suit

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