| I’ve grown so fond of this weekend life, no responsibilities
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| I’m not ready for the real world, wake me up when I’m twenty-three
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| I’ve grown so fond of this weekend life, no responsibilities
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| I’m not ready for the real world, wake me up when I’m twenty-three
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| Eat mom’s pills, drink dad’s beer
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| Anything to forget my fear
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| Got no job, got no girl, got nothing at all
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| Sounds like a life of misery, still I’m having a ball
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| Eat mom’s pills, drink dad’s beer
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| Anything to forget my fear of life, of life
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| I live in my own little fantasy, I won’t listen to you
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| You tell me to act more seriously, hey man, f*** you
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| Eat mom’s pills, drink dad’s beer
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| Anything to forget my fear
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| Eat mom’s pills, drink dad’s beer
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| Anything to forget my fear of life, of life |