| Woke up to that familiar feeling
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| Staring at an unfamiliar ceiling
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| Still got your jeans on but you’re topless
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| Headache and the stomach feels nauseous
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| Grab your shirt off the bedroom floor
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| And trying to recollect the night before
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| How’d you get from the bar to this mattress?
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| And when you got here then what happened?
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| And where’s the who that lives here?
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| In this house you wanna figure out how’d you get here
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| But the thought got cut by nature
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| Find the bathroom the gut got anger
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| Here it comes can’t avoid it Ain’t the first time throwin’up in a strange toilet
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| Anyone else would leave but you?
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| You crawl back to the bed and fell back asleep
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| All we need is because
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| So come and party with us Take care of you when you’re passed out
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| Right there with you in your glasshouse
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| Woke up all alone with no friends
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| But you had to throw up again
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| Choke up the tears and the spit
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| Grab some tissue to wipe off your lips
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| And everything still spins
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| And then the chills begin
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| And the god please kill me right now hits
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| And you still don’t know whos house this is In between leftover dry heaves
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| You try to check out your timepiece
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| And you should call your job
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| But first gotta turn this hangover off
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| You dream that it’s just a dream
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| Until the phone in your pocket starts to scream
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| Shut it down don’t wanna hear a sound
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| Heavy is the head that wears that crown now
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| All we need is because
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| So come and party with us Take care of you when you’re passed out
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| Right there with you in your glasshouse
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| Hangover ain’t a strong enough word
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| It don’t describe what just occured
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| Lookin’at a phone full of missed calls
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| Probably all the people that you pissed off
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| Everything seems so sour
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| So you force yourself into the shower
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| Standin’up brings out the stars
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| And the whole bathroom smells just like a dive bar
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| Can’t do it better sit
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| And let the tub be the catcher’s mitt
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| Lay down face down
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| Thank god whoever lives here ain’t around
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| Now what you need is silence
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| And you don’t want no one to see you like this
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| Maybe you don’t recognize it But this is your home this is where your life lives
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| All we need is because
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| So come and party with us Take care of you when you’re passed out
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| Right here with you in your glasshouse |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Glass House, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп