| I’m dining alone tonight, table for one --table for one, table for one
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| I’m dining alone tonight, table for one --table for one
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| Born alone, crawled alone, walked alone
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| Mumbled to myself, learned to talk on my own
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| Got knocked out, learned to fight on my own
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| It don’t take a genius, to see that I’m all alone
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| Like a metronome, right before the drums
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| But more like Jessie Owens right before he runs
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| Or like a rooster cock-a-doodle right before the sun
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| My uzi weighs a ton, feeling like the only one left from this dead era
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| Stare into the mirror, scream
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| My reflection says you know they can’t hear ya'
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| It’s hard not to let the voices in your head steer ya'
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| The wrong way will let the bad vibes get near ya'
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| That’s why I stay clear of, away from where the fools sit
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| Don’t want to hear no nonsense, don’t want to hear no bullshit
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| Or no hating, or no bellyaching
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| You must got me mistaken
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| Table for one
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| This being broke, nightmare — paradise
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| Stared into her eyes, when we share the slice
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| In the hotspots, I ain’t look at her twice
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| Stared at my plate, thinking how could I escape
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| But when I looked up, she had another face
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| When I looked around, we in another place
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| We ain’t even eating, it ain’t even her
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| Last five years, it’s all been a blur
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| All the arguing, and all the tears
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| Tell me, what type of girl still be here
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| She used to say I work too much, and she had to leave me
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| Because it hurt too much, you know
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| It hurt to eat alone, sleep alone
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| Laying on the couch watching TV alone
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| She said that she might as well be alone
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| Wrote me a letter, said I’m leaving home |