| Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points
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| Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp
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| There’s sick on your lapel, daddy-o
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| That’s confidence
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| Indecision, destination
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| Conversations floating around, floating around
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| Did you know when things were good?
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| To leave like sunscreen leaves it on
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| And you wake up, in the wet of the night
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| Your dreams run with rivers of anything but that
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| And now you’re all backlit
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| Stood in front of the sun
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| You glow at your edge
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| Your negative image
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| Perfect bruise
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| But in another orange street
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| But in a parallel afternoon
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| Somewhere anywhere you don’t care
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| You don’t care you don’t care you don’t care
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| You don’t wanna know you don’t care
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| You don’t wanna know you don’t care
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| You don’t wanna know you don’t care
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| Baby your mood might slip a couple of percentage points
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| Being miserable only keeps you a certain kind of sharp
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| It seems right, it seems right, it’s still there, oh yeah |