| Temper
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| Looks like a bomb went off
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| My side of the room
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| Simple
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| Say you fell and you hurt yourself
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| Pick up the glass, I’ll get the broom
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| You’re tired, it’s time to realize
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| We’re not wired, the same and that is why
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| When we argue
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| We rarely come back from it with whole souls
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| We talk like they talked where I come from
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| We fight like they fought where I come from
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| And I’d rather be alone
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| Than end up inside a home…
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| Like the one, I come from…
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| Used to
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| Pity the lovers, who claimed they’d grown apart
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| But lately
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| I’ve played with the thought of getting out
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| A brand new start…
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| ‘Cause I’m tired, it’s time to realize
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| We’re not wired, the same and that is why
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| When we argue
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| We rarely come back from it with whole souls
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| ‘Cause we talk like they talked where I come from
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| We fight like they fought where I come from
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| And I’d rather be alone
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| Than end up inside a home…
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| Like the one, I come from… |