| Everyone’s a piece of shit
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| I’m no exception for the rule
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| Think somedays I might just quit
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| But nowadays I just stay cool
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| Everyone’s a piece of shit
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| But we pretend to get along
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| Maybe we’re just used to it
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| Guess the future’s days are gone
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| Telling go home
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| So put your hands up
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| So put your hands up
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| I know my boss thinks I’m a dick
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| So read my finger, fuck this job
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| I wanna drink till I am sick
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| And pass out on a strangers lawn
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| Everyone’s a piece of shit
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| But we pretend to get along
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| Maybe we’re just used to it
|
| Guess the future’s days are gone
|
| Telling go home
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| So put tour hands up
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| (Nananana)
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| Yeah it’s a rythme
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| (Nananana)
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| So put tour hands up
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| So put tour hands up |