| I’m a hundred miles away
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| My MasterCard credit is maxed out
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| I’m cold like a Baltic Sea wave
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| Alprazolam got me passed out
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| And February lasts forever
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| Ancient calligraphy in every letter
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| I call up my mother, she tells me that this shit is bound to get better
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| My memory’s failin', I’m bound to forget her when she’s gone
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| Bound to upset her with this song
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| I’m found to neglect her, but tell me I’m wrong
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| 'Cause until the summer, I’m strugglin' on
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| And I’m out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
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| Yeah, I see everything, my chances are slim
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| I’m feelin' serious now
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| Ooh, I’m out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
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| And I see everything, my chances are slim
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| But I am serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I change my postcode like footwear, regular
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| 'Cause I’m prone to get attached
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| One minute I’m here, now I’m everywhere
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| Droppin' pins on maps
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| I grab my keys, no vorsprung der technik
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| No ultimate driving machine
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| But I’ve forgotten how it to feels to be regular
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| I wonder if I’m ever comin' back
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| I’m out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
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| I see everything
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| My chances are slim, but I am serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I appear sincere, I apologize
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| I’m full of shit and 249
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| I’m lost, two-steppin' through the night sky
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| I’ve never known when to draw the white line
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| I’m out on a whim, up with the cirrus clouds
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| I see everything
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| My chances are slim, but I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now
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| I’m serious, serious now, I’m serious now |