| I’m sick of all this, «How'd you get your band name?»
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| «Is that your real first name?»
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| «Can you text and can you follow back 'cause it’s my birthday?»
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| No one cares what I want, just what I’ve got
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| And if we sit and count it up, it’s really not a lot
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| So when are you gonna sing for me?
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| When are you gonna drink for me?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| So when are you gonna sing for me?
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| Ruinin' me completely
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| It’s true, ooh, ooh
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| I miss having sex but at least I don’t wanna die anymore
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| And I think that’s pretty cool
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| I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| My hobbies include
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| Pushing away these girls that maybe really like me
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| Cutting people off because I don’t trust exciting
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| But what the fuck have I done?
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| I’m not even an icon
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| But I still get death threats often
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| So their meaning starts to soften
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| When are you gonna sing for me?
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| When are you gonna drink for me?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| So when are you gonna sing for me?
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| Ruinin' me completely
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| It’s true, ooh, ooh
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| I miss having sex but at least I don’t wanna die anymore
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| And I think that’s pretty cool
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| I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| I miss having sex but at least I don’t wanna die anymore
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| And I think that’s pretty cool
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| I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool
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| But I think it’s fine, it’s cool |