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So you sit in your room, thinking about the possible things to do.
A thought doesn't strike your mind, not till you hit prime time.

And now you're thinking of one thing alone.
And you know you don't want to be home.

So you skip to a friends house, in hopes they sooth you.
But all they do is sit around not even amusing you.

Now your stuck, caught in a rut.
And all you had to do was ********.

Well I'm sorry I wasn't home.
I would've made you groan.

All faith is lost as you toss and turn.
Unwillingly yourself to yurn.

Good night Michigan.
Have fun with that b***h again.