| Maybe I should go back, I’m gonna think about that
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| A little bit more like I did before, miserable and mad
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| This one kicks like a mule, plays me for a fool, breaks all the rules
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| It’s doing it wrong, but it’s moving along, can be very cruel
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| Right in the door, I’m tired, I’m sore
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| Nary a hi, no welcome home
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| Yet the minute I’m up, it’s pissing me off
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| I was yelling so loud last night I thought the cops would surely come
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| Six or six-two-five, should keep me alive, keep me alive
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| Now do a little turn, careful with your words, everything is fine
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| But I’m lucky as fuck, it still ain’t enough, sick to my gut, having to say
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| You sit here 'til the coast is clear, I’ll send for you one day
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| I shouldn’t repeat it, this sounds ridiculous
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| And I swore a solemn oath
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| Never to admit it’s the harsh tones of criticism seep in
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| To my bones
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| Look what I did, I’m happy with it
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| Aren’t you happy for me?
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| I love you so much, I’m gonna throw up, watch my stuff
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| Hold this for me please
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| Try not to sound bitter or to fondly remember
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| The dark times of the past
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| Like I don’t deserve it or I’m not even worth it, I can do
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| This or that, this or that |