drive down the street can't find my keys to my own
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fucking home
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i take a walk so i can curse my ass for being dumb
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i make a right after the arches, stinking grease and bone
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stop at the supermarket, people stare like i'm a dog
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i'm goin' to lukin's...
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i got a spot at lukin's...
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i knock the door at lukin's...
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open the fridge, now i know life is worth
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i find the key, but i return to find an open door
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some fucking freak who claims i fathered, by rape, her
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own son
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i find my wife, i call the cops, this day's work's never
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done
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the last i heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun
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Lukin
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| Eddie Vedder |
