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drive down the street can't find my keys to my own fucking home |
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i take a walk so i can curse my ass for being dumb |
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i make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone |
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stop at the supermarket, people stare like i'm a dog |
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i'm goin' to lukin's... |
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i got a spot at lukin's... |
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i knock the door at lukin's... |
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open the fridge, now i know life is worth |
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i find the key, but i return to find an open door |
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some fucking freak who claims i fathered, by rape, her own son |
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i find my wife, i call the cops, this day's work's never done |
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the last i heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun |