| Don’t be surprised, when you see me 'round town
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| Walking around, with my head hung down
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| I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely
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| And don’t be surprised, if you see me on the train
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| Like a homeless man, who’s lost his way
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| I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely
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| On this cold pavement, I feel like laying
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| In the middle of the street, and just saying
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| I can’t take it, I won’t make it
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| Too much weight on my shoulders, and my kids are getting older
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| For so long, I’ve been so strong
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| I’ve been crying all week since you’ve been gone
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| And as the tears roll out my eyes
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| Another happy young couples walks by
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| Someone been sleeping in my bed, eating my food
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| Using my soap, laying up in my pool
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| Walking around in his boxers, like every thing’s cool
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| Gassing my chick for the whip, dropping her off at school
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| Under my covers and changing my channels
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| Playing my CD’s in my robes, another man’s burning my candles
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| My cologne’s half way gone, a fake don, my wiz fell for
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| Now she strolls the park under his arm
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| This is my fault, I’ve never thought I’d see this coming
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| From the outside bugging, with crazy knots in my stomach
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| Say what goes around, comes around, now I know it now
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| Now I’m the fool looking in while it’s going down
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| If somebody would of told me, I might be lonely
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| Now it’s on me, baby call me please
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| Now he’s getting all my kisses, stroking my loving
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| That 'posed to be me, but I was too stupid and stubborn
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| Like a piece of rope, I let it go, my mother said it so
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| You better straighten up, don’t act like you didn’t know
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| Her birthday came, heard she was hugged up, wearing his chain
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| Play in the sky box, at some bullshit Knick game
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| My son said, daddy, he like his eggs well done
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| And he kinda cool, mommy happy, I can’t front
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| He take us on trips and clothes shopping, most of the time
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| We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing
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| You better go beg or something, before she go love him
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| He’s taking your spot, cuz you was dissing mommy, you bugging
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| They don’t argue, he sent her flowers for no reason
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| She’s cheesing, I’m wishing you could come back and see this |