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same junkie every day
passed out along the way to work
cuz there’s no place to stay
ants on the floor today
i’ve been out here since may
it’s hot so they came out to play
so don’t ask me how i’m doing
same eyes in every face
the people in this place
they walk, they talk, i think they’re fakes
you’ll come home late tonight
and you’ll wake me up but that’s alright
and you’ll take the fan and we won’t fight
but don’t ask me how i’m doing
i don’t care that you’re movin away
i’m moving out today
they said to me as i tried to stay
“we’re out of room”
i said okay
but don’t ask me how i’m doing
i don’t care that you’re movin away
you were so sure about your plan
never thought i’d be the
to pull that skin right of your hand
now you’ll know i really want it back that bad
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