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I got high as a kite on Friday night... |
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And listened in on all my neighbors' arguments, |
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They love to fight, |
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I love them for it. |
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I go to sleep to the sound of slamming doors and expletives, |
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I wake up to the sound of breaking doors and crying kids. |
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I can't get them evicted, because I've grown addicted... |
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To laughing through my floors. |
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If they move out, I can't live here anymore. |
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This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate. |
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It's all I've grown to know. |
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This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate. |
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It's all I've grown to know. |
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Oh no. |
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I swear to God, this wind's got it in for me... |
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It's cold as hell. |
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And Hamilton, apartment four is in deep freeze. |
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And it's hard to tell if it'll thaw, or if the ice is here for good... |
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It's killing me. |
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The frozen air has wrapped me up and tied me down. |
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It's time to leave. |
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I'll make a promise... |
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Heartfelt, and honest. |
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That when I get back home... |
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If it's still freezing, |
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I'll sleep away the snow. |
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This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate. |
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It's all I've grown to know. |
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This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate. |
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It's all I've grown to know. |
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Oh no. |
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This is my home. |
