| The butterflies in my stomach have died
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| Now there’s lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike
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| And they’ve been dying to escape
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| The pit of my stomach’s a really dark fucking place
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| You know, my new friends are starting to know
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| Why my old ones don’t talk to me anymore
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| My ex knows why my last one’s my last one
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| Hey, guess why?
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| It’s all my stupid fucking actions
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| I’m-
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| But I’m getting used to the thought
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| Except late at night, you know, maybe I’m not
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| I’ll surely be alone forever
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| But I’m getting used to the thought
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| Except late at night, you know
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| (Maybe I’m not!)
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| She went to Columbia when I was in jail
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| I just wanted another apple when all she wanted was Yale
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| And that is the problem where all of this lies
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| I’m emotionally unstable, I’m just a crazy fucking guy
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| Who’s…
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| Who’ll surely feel alone forever
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| But I’m getting used to the thought
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| And in a couple years I’m gonna pay to make it stop
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| I’m gonna be alone forever
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| But I’m getting used to the thought
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| And in a couple years I will pay to make it stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song February 15th , by - Hobo Johnson. Song from the album The Fall of Hobo Johnson, in the genre Альтернатива