| Go back to those gold soundz and keep my anthem to yourself
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| Because it’s nothing I don’t like, is it a crisis or a boring change?
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| When it’s central, so essential, it has a nice ring when you laugh
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| At the lowlife opinions, and they’re coming to the chorus now
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| I keep my address to yourself
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| 'Cause we need secrets
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| We need secret cret cret cret crets
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| Back right now
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| Because I never wanna make you feel that you’re social
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| Never ignored soul, believe in what you wanna do
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| And do you think that it’s a major flaw when they rise up in the falling rain
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| And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down, the trial’s over,
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| weapon’s found
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| Keep my address to myself
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| Because it’s secret
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| 'Cause it’s secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret
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| Back right now
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| So drunk in the August sun and you’re the kind of girl I like
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| Because you’re empty and I’m empty and you can never quarantine the past
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| Did you remember in December that I won’t need you when I’m gone?
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| And if I go there, I won’t stay there because I’m sitting here too long
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| I’ve been sitting here too long
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| And I’ve been wasted
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| Advocating that word for the last word
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| Last words come up, all you’ve got to waste |