Hey, home.
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It's nice to see you.
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I'm glad to see that the street got paved.
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Hey, Matt?
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What have you been up to?
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Is the shower working? I could use one today.
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We've got walls painted in chain grease
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and shelves full of Bukowski poetry
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That's enough for me and that's enough for me.
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These backyard nights are finally catching up to us.
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So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up.
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These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough.
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We don't need more. You know we don't need much.
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Oh man,
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my Asian neighbors have been
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holding church services in their kitchen.
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Goddamn,
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what if they know of our plans to raise an army
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of homeless men in the basement?
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We've got bike parts littering everything
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and friends coming over to watch pro-wrestling.
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That's enough for me.
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These backyard nights are finally catching up to us.
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So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up.
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These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough.
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We don't need more. You know we don't need...
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This place is falling apart.
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The fridge here hasn't worked here since March (Hey!)
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And so we're never paying rent unless you come and fix
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the shape of how things are.
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This place is falling apart.
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(We know, one day, we'll move on!)
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Goodbye. So long.
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(We know, one day, we'll move on!)
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Goodbye. So long.
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These backyard nights are finally catching up to us.
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So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up.
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These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough.
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We don't need more. You know we don't need much.
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Don't Open The Fridge!
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| The Wonder Years |
