| The TV’s blaring, the radio is turned up loud
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| Maybe then I’ll sleep well, maybe then I’ll drown you out
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| Don’t want to think much I don' t want to reminisce
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| Cuz love songs and poems have all lead, they’ve all led me to this
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| It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone
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| And it’s way way way it’s way to cold
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| To be at home
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| I’ve locked up tightly I must say I’ve had my doubts
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| Cuz they will kick and they will scream but there’s no way they’re ever getting
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| out
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| They breathed fresh air once, a long time a long time ago
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| And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
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| It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone
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| And it’s way way way it’s way to cold
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| To be at home
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| And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
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| It ain’t that bad
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| What I’m tryin to say here is not worth, it’s not worth your time
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| I’m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme
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| It’s dangerous, to be sleepin alone
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| And it’s way way way it’s way to cold
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| To be at home
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| And I am what I am, yes I am what I am
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| It ain’t that bad
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| And even the toughest white boy, yes even the baddest white boy
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| He still gets sad |