| I’ve been waiting for something to come along
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| And make me feel like I was home
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| Walking through the door and the screaming
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| Should’ve been careful for what I wished for
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| It’s just like I remember it with a little more resentment
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| The same old fight with the same old ending
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| Sleeping on the couch on my own
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| Playing 'round with my guitar and a bottle of rum
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| Waiting for morning to come
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| So I can leave for work and stop coming undone
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| It’s just like I remember it with a little more resentment
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| Same old fight with the same old ending
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| Call me a glutton for punishment
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| I suppose it ain’t far from the truth
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| I know there’s only one person to blame
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| Cause I keep coming back to you
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| It’s just like I remember it with a little more resentment
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| The same old fight with the same old ending
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| Sleeping on the couch on my own
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| Playing 'round with my guitar and a bottle of rum
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| Waiting for morning to come
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| So I can leave for work and stop coming undone
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| It’s just like I remember it with a little more resentment
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| Same old fight with the same old ending
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| Sleeping on the couch on my own
|
| Playing 'round with my guitar and a bottle of rum
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| Waiting for morning to come
|
| So I can leave for work and stop coming undone
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| It’s just like I remember it with a little more resentment
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| The same old fight with the same old ending
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| Sleeping on the couch on my own
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| Playing 'round with my guitar and a bottle of rum |