| Inappropriate behaviour
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| Thinking distraction will be your saviour
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| This need seems never-ending
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| These nights seem all-pretending
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| The record’s spins comfort me
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| Dreams locked in the record company
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| And all those things you said you’d never do
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| Watch them slowly catch up with you
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| So unrelenting
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| And you’re unrepenting
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| Go to sleep as the sky turns blue
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| Simply running out of things to abuse
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| And I said, mama, gonna buy you out
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| I’m a rockstar now
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| I said, mama, gonna buy you out
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| I’m a rockstar now
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| You lead me down the road with maybe
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| Just some ego tripping with a lady
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| It seems I’m always waiting
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| Waiting for what?
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| And the laziness won’t disappear
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| My indifference sets in out of fear
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| Mean ass spider, called her hairy
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| And she likes her webs big and scary
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| She’ll never let go
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| Not as long as she’s still spinning
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| But the irony just gets lost
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| 'Cause no one cares who pays the cost
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| And I said, mama, gonna buy you out
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| I’m a rockstar now
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| I said, mama, gonna buy you out
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| I’m a rockstar now |