| I got evicted from my house, all my shit’s on the lawn
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| Everything I’ve owned since I was a baby
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| Turning grey in the sun
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| I found a picture of my mother when she was just 17
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| Looking wild and glamorous at a party
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| Laughing about to scream
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| So I flew to Australia on a flamingo’s back
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| The Pacific Ocean was dreaming of angels with the wings of a bat
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| It was six in the morning, the sun was just coming up
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| Everybody getting out of the subways going out to their jobs
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| Happy new year, Antoine
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| I’m fucked up bad but I’ll be fine soon, I’m sure
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| And we can run the streets and scream like jaguars
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| Because liars own the world
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| I got evicted from this song, oh, my voice is deformed
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| Exotic islands and new species of animals is all I’m writing for
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| I found a picture of my brother when he was just 17
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| Jet-black hair on his first tour ever, totally hung over
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| So I joined the marines just to travel the world
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| Afghanistan was dreaming of Miss America
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| McDonald’s tits grotesque smirk
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| But I still missed my hometown so I had to desert
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| Everybody driving around in hummers
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| Driving their parents speed boats
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| Happy new year, mamma
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| The static in my head could scar that girl
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| Disfigure baby birds and maul the TV
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| Because the liars own the world |