| I’m sick of all the problems problems
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| Been drinking too often often
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| I’ve been staying out late out late
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| I know I said that I’d be home
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| But can I even call it home?
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| When I don’t even feel at home
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| Can I even call it
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| Can I even call it home it’s like a war-zone when you’re in it
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| But I rattle about in it when I’m here all alone
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| Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole room a mess
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| I’m sick of being a pin cushion for you when you was stressed
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| Too many nights I’ve made my bed laid in in and lied in it
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| I could pretend I’m better but really who am I to kid?
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| I ain’t any better my behaviour’s just as foul as yours
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| Windows rattling from slamming doors as you get out your claws
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| I’m sick of all the problems problems
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| Been drinking too often often
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| I’ve been staying out late out late
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| I know I said that I’d be home
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| But can I even call it home?
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| When I don’t even feel at home
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| Can I even call it
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| Can I even call it home it’s like a war-zone when you’re in it
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| But I rattle about in it when I’m here all alone
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| Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole house a mess
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| I’d rather be out the house she’d like me under house arrest
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| To think I bought the house to nest
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| Security and bricks and mortar
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| But this is torture I resent you and everything I bought ya
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| Personality disorder potentially borderline
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| You think I’m bipolar we’re so up and down all the time
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| I’m sick of all the problems problems
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| Been drinking too often often
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| I’ve been staying out late out late
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| I know I said that I’d be home
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| But can I even call it home?
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| When I don’t even feel at home
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| Can I even call it
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| Can I even call it home it’s like a war-zone when you’re in it
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| But I rattle about in it when I’m here all alone
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| Tidy room tidy mind but you left my whole world a state
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| What a twisted turn of fate we’re born of love but learn to hate
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| And I really can’t take the stress I’d rather spend my days alone
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| Not waste away, the day you left was the day the house became a home
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| I’m sick of all the problems problems
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| Been drinking too often often
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| I’ve been staying out late out late
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| I know I said that I’d be home
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| But can I even call it home?
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| When I don’t even feel at home
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| Can I even call it |