I wonder if it's friday night or if it's sunday night
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My house is crazy and I don't know why
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I'd like to think I'd like to sleep or even meditate
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But I'm sure they won't hear a word I say
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They sit around and hang around and eat up all my food
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Wear my clothes and drink up all my booze
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Even if I were to leave or tell them to be gone
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They'll refuse and ask me "where's the doms?"
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So give them my love
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Now that you've had your fun
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Please leave us alone
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Get out of our home
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It's 4 am on sunday and I'll never get to bed
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Another drink and I just may be dead
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They're all still here pracning around and I think I'm having fun
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But it would be good if they could be gone
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Bleed on my guitar and ruin all our favorite songs
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Puke on our new couch to keep your drinking game going on
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Saddle up to my tv and wait there for the sun
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You may think you're funny but you're just a fucking drunk
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My House
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