| Homesick
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| Homesick and hungry and insulted
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| There’s nothing for me and the nights thick
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| There’s nothing for me in this town
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| It’s just a bad fit
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| Like wearing fives when you’re a size six
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| Oh ill just cram my foot inside it
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| And go and dig myself a hole
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| Oh I’m not sure what I’m waiting for
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| And I’m not sure that i care
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| You’re like a spider: black on red
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| And I’d rather be dead then caught in your web
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| God Help me
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| I’m trying to sleep tonight
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| (Will you just be quiet)
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| I can’t fix this
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| Oh love needs glue but you bring Pritt stick
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| And there’s no carrot just a big stick
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| You say we’re going for a ride
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| I can’t risk it
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| I’m rolling fives with all your sixes
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| Oh you say stick but I just twist it
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| I guess ill spend the day inside
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| Oh i’m not sure what I’m waiting for
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| And i’m not sure that I care
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| You’re like a spider: black on red
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| And I’d rather be dead then caught in your web
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| God help me
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| I’m trying to sleep tonight
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| (will you just be quiet)
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| It was a long hot summer
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| It was a long hot summer
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| And all the clouds rolled over my head
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| And all the clouds rolled over, the clouds rolled over
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| It was a long hot summer
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| It was a long hot summer
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| And then clouds rolled over my head
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| I guess I’m going under
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| Guess I’m going under |