| I’ve had good nights, bad days
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| Popov, champagne
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| No work, all play
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| Bad time, wrong way
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| Been a douchebag, been a shit friend
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| No chips but I’m all in
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| No saint but I still sin and scream fuck the world on a Sunday
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| I am so crass, no class
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| Gladly walkin' the wrong path
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| I condone prescription drugs and drivin' off in the badlands
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| Bad man, wasted youth
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| Drunk as fuck cause I’m wasted youth
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| Judge me now but I’m just like you
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| But a little more hot and a little more cool
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| Maybe I’m to blame
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| A little jacked up inside the brain
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| I belong in some asylum
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| I feel like a pilot going down
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| But I still can’t hit the ground
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| You can find me duck and divin'
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| Find an island they say could never be found
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| And from the darkness they can hear me singing
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| Ohhh
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| And from the darkness they can hear me singing…
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| Ohhh
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| And from the darkness they can hear me screaming…
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| I feel alive
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| Ohhh
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| I’m free tonight
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| Ohhh
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| Blacked out, midnight kingdom
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| Act out, too much freedom
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| Pass down that king’s crown lets torch town for no good reason
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| Young, a little bit of dumb, a little bit of bad, a lot a bit of fun
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| A little bit of give a little, get a little, buy a little, bet a little,
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| run until the devil catches up
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| Yo I’m just tryna fuck around
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| Like a Ferris wheel
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| We just got that space invader style
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| It’s a mass appeal
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| Arrows falling down
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| But we still can’t hit the ground
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| You can find us duck and divin' find an island they say could never be found
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| And from the darkness they can hear me singing
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| Ohhhh
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| And from the darkness they can hear us singing…
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| Ohhhh
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| And from the darkness they can hear us screaming…
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| I feel alive
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| Ohhh
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| I’m free tonight
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| Ohhh
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| This is where the wild things are
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| This is where the wild things are
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| I feel alive
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| Ohhh
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| I’m free tonight
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| Ohhh |