| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| Behind your pollution of noise
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| Oh my God
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| Why did you send those trucks
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| Screaming past my door
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| When I’m sticking around
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| For the good times to come
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| I’m creeping on the shadow boxing
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| Couples fighting under my window
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| Cause you told me
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| I’m not supposed to be here
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| Sleepin' anymore
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| I’m sticking around
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| For the good times to come
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| No plans
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| No grandstanding
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| No chance of war
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| You’ve got your hand in my rent money
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| And somehow I keep giving you more
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| Trippin' down to the bodega baby
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| Pack of cigarettes a can of coke
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| It’s no joke
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| I’m sticking around now for the good times to come
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| I’m sticking around
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| For the good times to come
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing
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| I’m looking forward to the sunlight laughing |