| Just as I was yellowing
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| My whole day went dark
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| Getting drunk to oblivion
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| Saying, «please, don’t fall apart»
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| Even the seamstress at the bar
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| Now all the costumers gone
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| And it’s coming with the clouds
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| But I just keep yellowing
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| Just keep yellowing
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| And yellowing
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| In the shadowing, it’s revealing
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| The celebration cigarette, coffee, and ketamine
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| Just for waking up early in the morning
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| Flip me around, turn me away
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| Because today’s my lucky day
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| What do you want anyways?
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| And how would you get it otherwise
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| What have I done?
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| What have you seen?
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| Can you feel me waiting?
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| Can you feel me waiting?
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| Feel me waiting
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| You could if you want
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| And as they say, it’s 50/50
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| Everything he knows, nothing’s sure
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| In the shadowing, it’s revealing
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| You should check for bombs before you turn the key |