| Sick of being in my head and thinking about my fate and worried about my health
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| Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing and blow through all my
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| wealth
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| I made some mistakes, not so good with planning
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| But I got some skills in easy living
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| Cut my ties with desperation
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| And learned to live with a little sensation
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| Hey!
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| Just for the day we’ll pretend I’m made of money
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| I’ll be your sugar daddy
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| Hey!
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| Let’s make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
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| Act like we own the place
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| Act like we own the place
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| Swinging back and forth
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| All my faults are peaking past the surface
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| Is it worth it to fall back down?
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| Please make way for the special invented armor
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| Mental protection if reality is raging harder
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| Hello mister mime, hello medicine,
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| I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
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| We’re way too caught up in the race with time
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| It’s getting hard to take it in
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| We’re trying hard to be the first in line
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| Just wanna be a kid again
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| A kid again
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| Sick of being in my head and thinking about my fate and worried about my health
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| Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing and blow through all my
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| wealth
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| Overwhelmed Again
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| Sing out
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| Out
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| Bury it away
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| Hey!
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| Just for the day we’ll pretend I’m made of money
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| I’ll be your sugar daddy
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| Hey!
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| Let’s make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
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| Act like we own the place
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| Act like we own the place
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| Killing all the flies
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| I’m not done swinging back and forth yet
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| Forgive me for what I will do
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| Please make way for the special invented armor
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| Mental protection if reality is raging harder
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| Hello mister mime, hello medicine,
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| I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
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| I know we trust each other
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| Don’t fail the litmus
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| We all need partners for the pain of existence
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| My bedroom chemistry set ended up on your pinterest
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| Fledging allegiance to a few common interests
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| Claw my way to the top of the centipede
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| The sum of its parts is prescribing me symmetry
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| Every bone picked and decision was orchestrated
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| Cut the head off and the legs’ll call the action complacent |