| Things aren’t making sense
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| Think I’ll blame our ignorance
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| People say we live the dream but
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| Flying high ain’t what it seems
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| 9am we’re still awake
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| Had a show and got here late
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| But all the comfort and emotion feels fake
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| Oh, maybe we should just go home
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| All the city hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone
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| We can’t even tell what day it is, think we need a break
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| Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
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| Fortune and fame don’t seem to change anything
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| Rags to the riches I still feel th same thing
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| Ain’t it mad how much time flies?
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| Liquor on liquor, a quickr suppression
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| Cash overflow, like a brand new recession
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| Anything to make a compromise
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| Oh, maybe we should just go home
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| All the city hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone
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| We can’t even tell what day it is, think we need a break
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| Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page
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| Tired of all the same conversations
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| Running out of, false accusations
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| Call me a snitch, well it takes one to make one
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| Call me a b__ but you better keep the lights on
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| AA still bangin at my door
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| Started in bed but I woke up on the floor
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| Run a little dry, need a refill, go take a chill pill
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| Oh, maybe we should just go home
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| All the city hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone
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| We can’t even tell what day it is, think we need a break
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| Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page |