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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
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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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I think 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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I walked into the door again
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Well, 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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Luka
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| Susanne Vega |
