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Teksty: Eels. Fucker.

Came home tonight
i felt like i died of lonliness
strange you think
popularity
looking for a simple life
life ain't simple
im tired and sick but i
dont want to be alone

i go to a party
but i dont really want to
and now im sitting out here on my porch
riding in the dark air
listening to
my little black cat meow

trying to vent some of the terrible passion
thats coursing through me
something about you
something about spending the afternoon
asleep in you arms
i hate you
fucker