| He comes home around a quarter to two
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| The walls are so thin I can smell the booze
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| He wakes her up, she starts chewing him out
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| It doesn’t matter what they’re screaming about
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| Oh no, they’re at it again
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| They’re gonna have it out until 4 am
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| It’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do
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| I could call the cops but it’s just no use
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| They’re still gonna beat each other black and blue
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| It’s a domestic dispute
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| I lie frozen — fixed with fear
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| I wish I was anywhere but here
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| I’m not prying or being a creep
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| I’m just trying to get some sleep
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| Oh no, they’re at it again
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| They’re gonna have it out until 4 am
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| It’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do
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| I could call the cops but it’s just no use
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| They’re still gonna beat each other black and blue
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| It’s a domestic dispute
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| She gets angry and he yells back
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| No reply then I hear a smack
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| Oh no, they’re at it again
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| They’re gonna have it out until 4 am
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| They call it off at least once a week
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| The violence is gonna hit its peak
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| It’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do
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| I could call the cops but it’s just no use
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| They’re still gonna beat each other black and blue
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| It’s a domestic dispute |