| I’m so tired of living with you
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| Tired
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| I’m so tired of living with you
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| Tired
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| I’m so tired of living with you
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| You’re my worst nightmare come true
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| My eyes droop low because of you
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| I’m texting on the flip phone
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| Complaining that the wealth is gone
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| But you blew all your rent on
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| The nightlife and the iPad
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| Always fussing in the morn'
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| I’m mad I moved in with a bore
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| Yelling at your ex boys way more than I am
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| Facing the table, cooking eggs up in the morning
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| I ran out of words to utter, so I end up loaning
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| Every day you’re smoking with the milf next door
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| Who always tries to get me to come fix her drawer
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| Narcolepsy sweeps my every move
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| When I’m with you I can’t get liver
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| Our ships expire, desire fading
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| Karaoke, singing songs
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| ‘Bout how you think you’re treated wrong
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| Why’d you quit your only job
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| To be a full time pain in my ass?
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| I love it when you comb your hair
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| And the sparkle in your eyes' glare
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| Only thing that I confess
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| That I’m holding one that I can’t have
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| Wine Glasses shattered on the floor
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| Her fabric’s out at dinner
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| Double date, hooked up with four
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| This scene’s the last straw, I’ve seen this before
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| So Erica Maynard, I just can’t contain her
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| Narcolepsy sweeps my every move
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| When I’m with you I can’t get liver
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| Our ships expire, desire fading |