| The rent’s late, always, but we don’t talk about it
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| Up late, most days, living off the night before
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| Acting all naïve like good things come for free
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| Like the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
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| Cause we turn winters into summers
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| And feel one, ain’t living by the numbers
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| Cause you and me go through it like the others
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| And the highs still feel the same
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| And we still get drunk off flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| The boss calls, ignore, don’t worry 'bout it
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| Just drink up, don’t stop living like we do
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| We always find a way to land back on our feet
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| Cause the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
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| Cause we turn winters into summers
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| And feel one, ain’t living by the numbers
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| Cause you and me go through it like the others
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| And the highs still feel the same
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| And we still get drunk off flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| I know, I know we’ll find a way
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| And don’t look back on yesterday
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| We always seem to find a way
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| You know that ghosts favor the brave
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Cause we turn winters into summers
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| And feel one, ain’t living by the numbers
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| Cause you and me go through it like the others
|
| And the highs still feel the same
|
| And we still get drunk off flat champagne
|
| Cause we turn winters into summers
|
| And feel one, ain’t living by the numbers
|
| Cause you and me go through it like the others
|
| And the highs still feel the same
|
| And we still get drunk off flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne
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| Flat champagne |