| I’m comin’home, comin’home to you.
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| 'Cause you can’t live, without me.
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| Who left the door the window gate locked?
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| Who did the didn’t want me in?
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| Way back when I was just a psychopath,
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| C’mon c’mon c’mon and let me in!
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| Whoa! |
| They tell me I’m insane.
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| Whoa! |
| Just something with my brain.
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| I’m a good boy now, good boy now!
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| Certifiable.
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| I’m a good boy now, good boy now!
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| I know I know I know you’re in there,
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| I know that murder is a sin,
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| I know I’m better than I ever was,
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| C’mon c’mon c’mon now let me in!
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| You know I’m the same,
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| You know I havn’t changed.
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| What you done!
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| Just ain’t right but I thought of you!
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| Every night,
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| It was a painful as a human bite, but we’ll be together again.
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| An’I know that you’ve been thinkin’of me,
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| cause you want it the way it used to be,
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| So leave the light on so I can see and you better let me in!
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| You better! |
| Let me! |
| In!
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| Mother fucker!
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| Whoa! |
| They tell me I’m insane.
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| Whoa! |
| They tell me nothing’s changed.
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| Whoa! |
| But you that I’m sane.
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| Whoa! |
| But you know that I’ve, changed.
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| Good boy now
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| Good boy. |