| You wake up somedays and your head hurts
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| Like none of the lights in your house work
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| Youve been up all night spending other peoples money
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| Its time to slow down from the speed that your running
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| Its hard sometimes being yourself
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| Like discarded rags on your top shelf
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| You put on your clothes that you wore just once
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| And your out of fashion and shes out of class
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| Everyones always asking «When were going away?»
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| Nobodys ever saying «When are we here to stay?»
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| Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head
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| Who are these people getting me out of bed
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| You wake up somedays and your head hurts
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| Like none of the lights in your house work
|
| Youve been up all night spending other peoples money
|
| Its time to slow down from the speed that your running
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| Everyones always asking «When were going away?»
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| Nobodys ever saying «When are we here to stay?»
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| Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head
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| Who are these people getting me out of bed
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| (Hey now holy cow, i dont know what we were doing)
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| You wake up somedays and your head hurts
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| (Oh wee look at me, we dont know what we were doing)
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| Its hard sometimes being yourself
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| (Thats alright)
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| Youve been up all night spending other peoples money
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| Its time to slow down from the speed that your running
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| You put on your clothes that you wore just once
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| And your out of fashion and shes out of class |