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It's not the way that you would listen |
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Or the way you comb your hair |
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It is the fact that you are missing |
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How I feel when you're not there |
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I went through all the months of January |
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Locked up in this cell |
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I'd like to be at home but on my own |
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I didn't do too well |
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Look at me, I always get the blame |
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But I can't even learn to spell my name |
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I'd like to read, I'd like to write but where I live, I learn to fight |
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So don't you ever say that we're the same |
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I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice |
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It's not a statement that I'm making |
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But the plain and simple truth |
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I went through all the months of January |
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Locked up in my cell |
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I'd like to think of home when I'm alone |
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It doesn't work too well |
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Look at me, I always get the blame |
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But I can't even learn to spell my name |
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I'd like to read, I'd like to write but where I live, I learn to fight |
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So don't you ever say that we're the same |
