| I’m tired of faithful tunes being so
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| Retired of my ties
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| Burn another on the rows
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| Tired of the distance
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| The lengths that I go to
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| Trying to get a bit of credit from you
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| Fuck that
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| Real love feels real
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| So I don’t need to try to synthesise
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| The feel
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| I’m trying to unlock doors with these musical keys
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| My friends puff trees to the Z to a G
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| Oh no
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| All I do is twinkle an eye for a key
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| Indulgently, because I do this for me
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| I know
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| And it just feels a little bit like
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| Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
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| Cause I’ve been trying to do this right
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| With no profits and the loss I can’t stop it
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| And consumption lies at the heart of my bad habits
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| I live in a world where I want but can’t have it
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| Tell me why that is the way it is
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| I need some real love, to feel real
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| But people all around me still try to leave the ties that feel
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| I’m trying to unlock doors with these musical keys
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| Eventually I smoke a Z to a G
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| Oh no
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| And all I do is twinkle an eye for a key
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| It’s no wonder why I make no p’s
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| I know
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| But it just feels a little bit like
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| Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
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| Cause I’ve been trying to do this right
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| With no profits and the loss I can’t stop it
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| It just feels a little bit like
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| Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
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| Cause I’ve been trying to do this right
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| With no profits and the loss I can’t stop it
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| It just feels a little bit like
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| Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
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| Cause I’ve been trying to do this right
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| With no profits and the loss I can’t stop it |