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Yeah I’ve got nothing in these boxes To call a moving day Leaving families without your kisses Has dealt your troublesome with some pain I’ve got nothing in these boxes To call a moving day Leaving families without your kisses Has dealt your troublesome with some pain Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work We haven’t had the easiest run Fuckin’ rain no shine Forever inclined that we were happy And we’re still trying to be happy Well 18 and for what we’ve done We’ll make our home the better one But the sun Oh f*ck F*ck the sun! I’m not worthy for warmth I’m not worthy for your warmth Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work And I know you don’t like the light on when you’re asleep Just know the brightness is more comfortable for you Than it is for me Eyes closed with the thought of you I’m painting pictures I’m painting pictures For something I never thought I could do I’m just hoping I’m just wishing that you look through Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work Yeah I’ve painted a home With red lipstick lips You’ve painted a home With callus fingertips Open the curtains my love Show me what the sun is made of