Papers through, I'm leaving you todayTaxicab outside, I'm on my wayI am no longer married to youAnd you are sure not married to meAnd the only thing we have to shareAre some bitter memories, oh yeahOh yeahAnd just because I'm leaving homeIt doesn't mean I must be strongI hold my head and stand so proudOf moving to my rented accommodationOh, rented accommodationAll the things I might have seen and doneIf I hadn't married him so youngI got a career and a house and carBy the age of 23He said I was a lucky girlAnd for years I didn't believe himOh yeahOh yeahThis wretched mansion house we shareThe luxuries are everywhereI fall so gracefully to earthInto my little locked-down roomRented accommodationThe fact I don't have youIs my kind of situationI can't get up in the morningsI want to rise in the morningsYeahSuddenly I'm so alive andThinking for myselfEveryday decisions madeLike thisLife seems so real and complete nowI can take a bicycle andRide along the Great Wall of ChinaOh yeahHang my favorite picture on my wallSunday afternoonsI can ride and drawOnce again at homeIs the world such a beautiful placeAnd it's so beautiful to be freeTo the only reason to surviveTo get the message back to himOh yeahOh yeahI live among the street's so poorNo jobs, no friendsfood, no hope at all, and now I hear my neighbor scream, you get it all and more in a rentedaccommodation, we're living and living in a rented accommodation.A rented accommodation.A rented accommodation.A rented accommodation.