| I’m running head down, not listening
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| Not listening, I don’t see them
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| I hear fame is everything
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| I’m not famous
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| I’m running head down, not listening
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| Not listening, I don’t see them
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| I hear fame is everything
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| I just don’t want to be famous
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| Tied up and tangled, I feel
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| Gutted and strangled, they want me
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| Dried up and thirsty, I feel, oh no
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| Selfish and sexist, they want me
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| (How much?)
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| Take what you want from mine
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| Leave nothing for me for mine
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| Music is only for mine piece of mind
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| I’m losing mine
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| I’m losing, I’m losing mine
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| I’m running head down, not listening
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| Not listening, I don’t see them
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| I hear fame is the thing
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| I’m not famous
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| I’m running head down, not listening
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| Not listening, I don’t see them all
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| I hear fame is the thing
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| I just don’t want to be famous
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| Can’t say what you meant to me, what I’m meant to be
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| I don’t like to think about it much these days
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| But I do trust me, I do trust me
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| More than that, it’s more than me, it’s more than you
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| It’s more than you and I hate that
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| My whole world, you can take that
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| I’ve done too much I can’t take back
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| Well, it’s this life and I face that
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| It’s a scary thought, let’s face facts
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| Like loose ends, loose friends, conversations that don’t end
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| Phone calls, missed texts, no interest, just quick sex
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| All mixed up with the wrong crowd
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| Got cult figures all looking down
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| Next move will bring 'em all around
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| When they see Roadhouse his feet on the ground
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| Oh, oh no
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| I’ll have my love and they’ll have my sound
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| Well, I drink spirits to the ghost in the room
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| I’ll have my love and they’ll have my sound
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| It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much for me
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| Now I’m lost in the drinks and I’m sweating
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| 2 more years 'til 27 |