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You wake up somedays and your head hurts |
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Like none of the lights in your house work |
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Youve been up all night spending other peoples money |
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Its time to slow down from the speed that your running |
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Its hard sometimes being yourself |
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Like discarded rags on your top shelf |
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You put on your clothes that you wore just once |
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And your out of fashion and shes out of class |
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Everyones always asking "When were going away?" |
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Nobodys ever saying "When are we here to stay?" |
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Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head |
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Who are these people getting me out of bed |
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You wake up somedays and your head hurts |
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Like none of the lights in your house work |
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Youve been up all night spending other peoples money |
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Its time to slow down from the speed that your running |
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Everyones always asking "When were going away?" |
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Nobodys ever saying "When are we here to stay?" |
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Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head |
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Who are these people getting me out of bed |
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Hey now holy cow, i dont know what we were doing) |
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You wake up somedays and your head hurts |
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(Oh wee look at me, we dont know what we were doing) |
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Its hard sometimes being yourself |
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(Thats alright) |
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Youve been up all night spending other peoples money |
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Its time to slow down from the speed that your running |
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You put on your clothes that you wore just once |
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And your out of fashion and shes out of class |