You don't want me here, now do you?
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You don't want me here
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You don't want me here, now do you?
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You don't want me here
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You don't want me here, now
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You don't want me here, now
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Now you don't really want me
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From what I hear my extra baggage is a turn off
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My carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyes
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I'm a travelin' man
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Without sleep on my itenerary
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I eat whatever's vegetarian
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I'll live with vegan, that's my saving grace
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I gave up chase in the human mating race
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'Cause I can't slow down my aging face
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Wrinkles become my road maps
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And my one last tire is going bald
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Rubbing it when checking messages
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Knowing no one called
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I trooop on
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On the road again
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Tired of what I wrote
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I spend one more quarter to phone a friend
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And hold a pen up to the reciever
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Lettin' the ink seep into their ear
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Waitin' for any intelligent speach, they've got to share
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Most people can't think deep, but I don't care
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I'm not concerned with them
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I've learned to fend for me, my own
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And I've got a lonely girlfriend back home
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Who makes me feel a lot better when I return
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I'm waitin' for that Dear John letter
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I'm gettin' her a souvenier
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You don't want me here, now do you?
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You don't want me here
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You don't want me here, now really?
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You don't want me here
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You don't want me here, now
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You don't want me here, now
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You don't really want me
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Too much time all by myself
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I've been around others I do not [?]
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These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone sex
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Don't stress me living in your condition
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As still I'm that reason for that whole mess
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I'm not in need of shelter
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I'm just homeless
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I'm a homeboy who's homely
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Never known to be a homebody
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Nobody knows the amount of body blows
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or head shops at they got at rest stops
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I gotta go let's ride hip hop shows [?]
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Let me download you on my desktop
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I keep it real audio
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Let's talk before the phone card expired
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Or let it know I'm far from wired
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Why? Cause I just rocked that show hard
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And I'm tired
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Use a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloud
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When it rains, it pours, it's hard out
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But I fear that it may have dried out, pied out
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I lay down to earth girls who say stop
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When they realize the only reason I'm outta this world is cause I'm a space shot
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These relations aren't making me feel any better
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When I return I'm handing her that Dear Jane letter
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I done got her a souvenier
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You don't want me here
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You don't want me
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We're all rock stars
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We do big drugs
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And we have big heads
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And we have big sex
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Come again
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[x3]
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You don't want me here [x6]
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Cause you don't want me
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You don't want me [x5]
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Souvenier
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| Sage Francis |
