| I got high as a kite on Friday night…
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| And listened in on all my neighbors' arguments
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| They love to fight
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| I love them for it
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| I go to sleep to the sound of slamming doors and expletives
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| I wake up to the sound of breaking doors and crying kids
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| I can’t get them evicted, because I’ve grown addicted…
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| To laughing through my floors
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| If they move out, I can’t live here anymore
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| This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate
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| It’s all I’ve grown to know
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| This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate
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| It’s all I’ve grown to know
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| Oh no
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| I swear to God, this wind’s got it in for me…
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| It’s cold as hell
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| And Hamilton, apartment four is in deep freeze
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| And it’s hard to tell if it’ll thaw, or if the ice is here for good…
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| It’s killing me
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| The frozen air has wrapped me up and tied me down
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| It’s time to leave
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| I’ll make a promise…
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| Heartfelt, and honest
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| That when I get back home…
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| If it’s still freezing
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| I’ll sleep away the snow
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| This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate
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| It’s all I’ve grown to know
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| This is a getaway from feeling oh, so desperate
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| It’s all I’ve grown to know
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| Oh no
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| This is my home |