| My name is Luka
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| I live on the second floor
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| I live upstairs from you
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| Yes I think you’ve seen me before
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| If you hear something late at night
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| Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
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| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| Maybe it’s because I’m clumsy
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| I try not to talk too loud
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| Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
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| I try not to act too proud
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| They only hit until you cry
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| And after that you don’t ask why
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| You just don’t argue anymore
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| You just don’t argue anymore
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| You just don’t argue anymore
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| Yes, I think I’m okay
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| Walked into the door again
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| If you ask that’s what I’ll say
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| And it’s not your business anyway
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| I guess I’d like to be alone
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| With nothing broken, nothing thrown
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| Just don’t ask me how I am
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| Just don’t ask me how I am
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| Just don’t ask me how I am
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| My name is Luka
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| I live on the second floor
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| I live upstairs from you
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| Yes I think you’ve seen me before
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| If you hear something late at night
|
| Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
|
| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| Just don’t ask me what it was
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| And they only hit until you cry
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| And after that you don’t ask why
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| You just don’t argue anymore
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| You just don’t argue anymore
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| You just don’t argue anymore |