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911 lyrics
There s a riot in the kitchen and the bed s on fire
There s a locket in my pocket that I can t find
Oh I m at the window whistling in the wind
I m at my own front door and I can t get in
I m dialing up 911
I m on the brink of trouble again,
If you could change the time, a little,
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
Tell me do you have a home-made remedy,
The only time we talk is in our sleep
Oh he likes mornings, I like the moon
It s a typical case of too little, too soon
I m dialing up 911
I m on the brink of trouble again,
If you could change the time, a little,
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
...My back is in the corner,
My boat is taking on water,
You can t wrap fire up in paper
And you can t rap your way out of here
Oh I like mornings, he likes the moon
It s a typical case of too late, too soon
I m dialing up 911...
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