I'm sorry Mr. Policeman,
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If I wanted to talk I woulda called a friend
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Don't worry when I get back home
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I'll just stay in bed, I'm better off alone
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I wake up to my boring days
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Never was a child, I was born this way
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Always there but always out of place
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Feels so alien
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I don't know what I know
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But I know where it's at
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Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back
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You don't get it
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Cuz it the world I'm living in
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You don't get it
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I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care
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Sorry but I don't recall the crime
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My memory has left me behind
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May have been a man, maybe a friend
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Or maybe aliens
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I don't know what I know
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But I know where it's at
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Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back
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You don't get it
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Cuz it the world I'm living in
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You don't get it
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I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care
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It's not because the light here is brighter
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And it's not that I'm evil, I just don't like to pretend
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That I could ever be your friend
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Cuz it the world I'm living in
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I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care
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You don't get it
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Just a loser in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care
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You don't get it
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I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fuckin care
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Creep In A T-Shirt
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| Portugal. The Man |
