| Make yourself at home, 'cause I’m going out
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| Across the street to get us some water
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| 'cause this water’s brown, and I’m so embarrassed
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| To have you here but i want you around
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| Usually I’d sing, or play you my guitar
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| But i know it won’t get very far with you
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| 'cause you like music that makes you move
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| And mine has a groove, but it’s nothing i can prove
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| Please know what I mean
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say…
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| Things that i buy and things that i think
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| Haven’t made this a better place to be
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| Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink
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| Haven’t made this a better place to be
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| It’s still just a room with the drums in the middle
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| A couch along the wall that works as my bed
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| I still have a phone that rings all day
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| I still have things i wish i would of said
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| Please know what i mean
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say, nothing
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| When i say…
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| This whole thing’s been hard on me
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| It breaks my heart, do you know what that means
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| My new place seems strange to me
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| It breaks my heart, do you know what that means
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| It means nothing |