sometimes i wanna sleep in the street
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but it feels a little funny without you
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down in the basement feeling the pavement
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holding my stomach
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and sometimes i can't believe my own feet
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so i found another permanent address
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sold the old mattress keeping the changes
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talking to strangers
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i knew i could forget you
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that's what i'm gonna do
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now i'm staring at a stop sign
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just like the last time
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hey you're everything you dreamed you'd be
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what a civilized way to be angry
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locked in the attic, starting to panic
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wait, that's me
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always it's the same situation
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it's got to be somebody's fault
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but i never know what to do
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so let's say we put the blame on you
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standing in a phone booth
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waiting for the punch line
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trying not to call you
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just like the last time
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sometimes i wanna sleep in the street
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but it feels a little funny without you
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down in the basement feeling the pavement
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holding my stomach in
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and sometimes i can't believe my own feet
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so i found another permanent address
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sold the old mattress keeping the changes
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talking to strangers
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i knew i could forget you
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that's what i'm gonna do
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now i'm staring at a stop sign
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just like the last time
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