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dust in my house is piling up, |
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spiders on my bed, i can't sleep, |
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i'm talking to bottles about love and hate, |
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making bottle talk. |
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down in your club, spending my dimes, |
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what a steal sucking down, my friend on tap, |
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i was looking for friendship, |
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but all i got is a headache. |
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drunk in your club? could've seen it coming, |
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i wasn't looking for trouble but for a friend. |
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you let me in, |
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to feed my soul, |
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but now it's time, |
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you kick me out, |
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you're just living, |
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on people's pain, |
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it only numbs, |
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the pain remains. |
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banned from your club, |
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but i'm feeling so free, |
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there's no solution, |
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in your house now i see. |
