| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know you
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| You just got off work huh?
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| Another night feel like the worst one
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| You didn’t even count your tips yet
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| But you can tell it ain’t no big step
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| I don’t see why you’re so nice
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| The customers are all fucks and lowlifes
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| But don’t fight you just keep the lip stiff
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| And get that money it’s the weekend shift
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| But why they all gotta be freaks?
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| Wish they would just eat and leave
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| And keep they eyes to them self
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| Already insecure don’t need any help
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| And you can blame the pride
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| That makes you hold your anger inside
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| But deep down you wanna curse 'em all
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| Fuck off asshole jerkoff dirt ball
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| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know you
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| Nah attitude check
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| You still show up you haven’t quit yet
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| And even when you’re meek and sweet
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| They still treat you like a piece of meat
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| Outrageous each day
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| This clock tick tock and you still a waitress
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| Tryin' to pay them student loans
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| And the lights and the phone and
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| The food and the home
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| And you ain’t quite broke
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| But you couldn’t afford
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| That place on your own
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| Got a roommate to split the rent with
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| And now you never feel independant
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| And everything seem so hollow
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| Cause after work where that smile go
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| Better bring it back tomorrow
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| Now pick up the pace
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| And you might make bar close
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| Perfect last call then some
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| Flirtin' sexual tension
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| Surfin' though them men
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| Cause they all searchin' for that bent one
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| Or just one to bend
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| And you look like you could be my friend
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| With a smile like that I gotta flirt
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| Girl you look like you just got off work
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| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You love the people that love you
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| You hear the music they move to
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| You give your all to the fall through
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| But you don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You don’t know you |