Nobody's there wen u get home,
ur watchin movies on ur own,
my pictures on ur bedroom wall,

u sit there w8in 4 my call.

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And i know, im leavin u on ur own,
bt i need u 2 b strong, wen im walkin away.
And i, i h8 2 say gudbye, it gets harder every time,
wot i feel, u feel inside,
Wen da day turns into nite.

Another tired afternoon,
Another dusty motel room,
I h8 da fact dat ur not hear,
Bt now im countin down da days till i get there.

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