| Nobody’s here quiet soft air
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| Play solitarian life
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| I notice my hands giving me loud applause
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| If you’re a goat you don’t mind
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| Gee it’s great to be home
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| Hobbies galore
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| Don’t you engage in a craft
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| Don’t you like it alone
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| Locked behind doors
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| Made the test you’re the best
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| Passing the grade every time
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| Busy in love cutting up stuff
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| Writing the melodies light
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| Ten pounds a day isn’t the kind of bread
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| One would expect to be mine
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| But there’s always home
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| Hobbies galore
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| Why doesn’t somebody talk
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| Don’t you like me a lot
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| Locked behind doors
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| Where you at where’m I at
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| Walking the floors onto you
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| Nobody’s here what would I care
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| Painting the musical night
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| Throw me away apathy blinded you
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| Just when my hobbies are right
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| But there’s always home
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| Hobbies galore
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| Don’t you engage in a craft
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| Don’t you like it alone
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| Locked behind doors
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| Where’m I at where you at
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| Walking the floors onto you
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| I’m growing through you
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| I’m going to to display my
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| Hobbies galore just for you |