| It’s Friday night
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| And I’m sitting at home
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| And I just keep thinking how
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| Nobody’s ringing my phone
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| And it’s funny 'cause I thought I wanted to be left alone
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| But my mates are so entertaining, I’d hate to miss an episode
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| Who you writing off, who you taking on?
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| Who you letting go?
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| Hear the sound of my head going round and round
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| Till it’s too loud to drown it out
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| See I’m bound to build a mountain out
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| A molehill but it still gon' amount to nowt
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| Ain’t a shadow of a doubt about it
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| It’ll come round unannounced
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| Dunno how to deal when I’m
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| Feeling down and out, sing it loud now
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| And all my friends are fuckups
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| But they’re fun to have around
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| Still every now and then
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| I need some peace and quiet, turn the dial down
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| I guess I got that fear of missing out but
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| But that’s how we get down
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| And you might think you’ve heard me sing this before
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| But it always comes back for an encore
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| Don’t you say it’s played out, that’s uncalled for
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| Won’t ya just hum along to the sound of the chords, 'cause
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| 'Cause that’s how we get down
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| It’s Friday night
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| And I’m out with my friends
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| Hoodie, t-shirt and shorts on
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| Never been one for trends
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| You can guess how this one ends
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| Well I guess it all depends
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| If we get our hot little hands on that which we all depend
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| It make me wonder if it’s real or just pretend
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| Here we go again
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| Gather round at the bar go round for round
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| Working all week we been counting down
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| Drinking like fish that’s about to drown
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| We ‘bout ‘bout it now till the power’s out
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| Or my legs give way like a roundabout
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| Yeah, it’ll come round unannounced
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| Dunno how to deal
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| When I’m feeling down and out
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| And all my friends are fuckups but they’re fun to have around
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| If you think they’re great when they’re up
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| You should see them when they’re coming down
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| Holding court for days, we each take turns to wear the crown
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| 'Cause that’s how we get down
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| And you might think you’ve heard me sing this before
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| But it always comes back for an encore
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| Don’t you say it’s played out, that’s uncalled for
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| Won’t ya just hum along to the sound of the chords, 'cause
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| 'Cause that’s how we get down
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| You might think you’ve heard this all before |