| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Take the keys to my car
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Into the pink bleu dawn
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Sleepwalk through the smog
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Into the pink bleu dawn
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| Padded docking it 5 o' clock in the morning
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| She pussy popping and trying to get me on Maury
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| Ignore the one, she’s a tragic Hollywood story
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| I done it all before, at this point it’s all boring
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| Cut my losses, I know my limits, I think I do
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| A couple more I’m either in county or in the news
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| I drive a foreign, I don’t think that you should pour it
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| No recollection, and all I have is recordings
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| Dream like the street life of ghost town
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| We made a movie she camera ready, now roll sound
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| Picture perfect now hit the curtains and slow down
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| They could never bring my glow down
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| My therapy is complete
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| I’m leaving you all alone, when I came in you’re all in deep
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| We’re stuck in this purgatory, but finally been released
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| I finally made my peace, take my keys
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Take the keys to my car
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Into the pink bleu dawn
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Sleepwalk through the smog
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| Think it’s time that I head home
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| Into the pink bleu dawn
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| The sky’s on fire
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| Don’t get much brighter
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| Can’t get no higher
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| I’m home
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| I’m home
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| The sky’s on fire
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| Don’t get much brighter
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| Can’t get no higher
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| I’m home
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| I’m home |