http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN1m5vcQ9n4
His home is where his heart is at the parties that he rolls.
Tells himself he can't be lonely cause he's never on his own,
But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they are gone,
And he's left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone
LUBIE BARDZO
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