The Hard Aches - Get Outta My House



I'm sick of hearing about you
I'm sick of hearing your name
I'm sick of hearing about you
You take my keys
Cos' I don't need anything
I'll be dead or just out on the streets
With your cigarette butts and garbage

I'm sick of hearing about you
I'm sick of hearing your name
I'm sick of hearing about you
When you find a better you
One that's better than past you, and better than this you
Hell I'll be betting you
That you'll fucking hate this, you'll fucking hate this

But I don't care anymore
No I don't care anymore
No I don't care anymore
No I don't care anymore

Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house
Get out, get out, get outta my house

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