| She thinks I’m much too thin
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| She asks me if I’m sick
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| What’s a girl to do With friends like this
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| She lets me drive her car
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| So I can score an eighth
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| From the lesbians
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| Out west in Venice
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| Oh, California in the Summer
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| Ah, and my hair is growing long
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| Fuck yeah, we can live like this
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| But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real
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| We’d waste our weeks
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| Beneath the sun
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| We’d fry our brains
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| And say it’s so much fun out here
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| But when it’s all over
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| I’ll come back for another year
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| I’ll look for work today
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| I’m spilling out the door
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| Put my glasses on So no one sees me I never thought that
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| I’d be living on your floor
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| But the rents are high
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| And LA’s easy
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| Oh, it’s a picture of perfection
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| Ah, and the postcards gonna read
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| «Fuck yeah we can live like this…
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| We can live like this»
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| But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real
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| We’d waste our weeks
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| Beneath the sun
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| We’d fry our brains
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| And write it’s so much fun out here
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| Hey Madeline (hey Madeline)
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| You sure look fine (you sure look fine)
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| You wore my favorite sweater
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| Being poor was never better
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| A safety buzz (A safety buzz)
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| Some cheap red wine (Some cheap red wine)
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| Oh, the trouble we can get in So let’s screw this one up right
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| But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real
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| We’d waste our weeks
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| Beneath the sun
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| We’d lie and tell our friends
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| It’s so much fun out here
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| But when it’s all over
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| I’ll come back for another year
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| When it’s all over
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| I’ll come back for another
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| When it’s all over
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| I’ll come back for another year |