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       Sorry If it's a little inaccurate, just listen to the damned song for the strumming pattern,
 here's the lyrics:

Well one of these days, you know I'm gonna get, my ass kicked.
And I'm not gonna try, and promise you that I'm not gonna deserve it.
Like your boyfriend, he's one of the worst house guests I think, that I've ever met.
And I hope on day, you'll wake up and you'll realize that you can't, put up with it.

Where ever I am not, that's always your next stop.
Just another day, alone in the rain. In an empty parking lot.

Well one of these days, I'll sit and give it all up.
And I'll say all you yuppies can have this fucking world, if you love it so much.
But the things, that we can't help but care about make up who we are. 
And I, just can't believe that should mean their condos and their sports cars, well.
When it get's hard to breathe, sometimes I slip to apathy.
But I don't got any excuses not to learn what words like freedom and home mean.