| You must not love to hate
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| You must not take the bait
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| And learn to hit delete
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| You’d say the same thing to me
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| Rent’s high, and the war’s on
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| And it’s last call
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| Even your friends look worried
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| My friends think you’re smart
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| We think you’re super-fine
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| But it’s high time
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| I mean it’s high tide
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| AKA a fine line, inside
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| Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby
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| Next time it’s your turn to save me
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| Splash some water on your little face cause
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| You’re a mess, you’re a mess, you’re a mess
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| You must not roll your eyes
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| You should not often lie
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| How could you ever say
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| That your friends won’t be there
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| It’s a long walk, on a cold night
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| When you wanna fight
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| Over some day-old drama
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| You used to make us laugh
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| We want the old you back
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| Cause it’s high time
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| I mean it’s high tide
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| AKA a fine line, inside
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| Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby
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| Next time it’s your turn to save me
|
| Splash some water on your little face cause
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| You’re a mess, you’re a mess, you’re a mess
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| You’re a mess, a mess, you’re a mess, a mess
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| You’re a mess, a mess, you’re a mess, a mess
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| This island where we live without A/C
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| Is the city where we learned about painting
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| It was the title of the mix-tape you gave me
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| Not where we’re from but the topic of daydreams
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| Let’s take a tour of the bathrooms you cried in
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| For break-ups, bad lucks, shock of the lost twins
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| The horizon’s like a ship in flames tonight
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| You say you just don’t know
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| If you can take this city, cause the
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| Rent’s high, and the war’s on
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| And it’s last call
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| Even your friends look worried
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| My friends all think you’re smart
|
| We think you’re super-fine
|
| But it’s high time
|
| I mean it’s high tide
|
| AKA a fine line, inside
|
| Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby
|
| Next time it’s your turn to save me
|
| Splash some water on your little face cause
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| You’re a mess, you’re a mess, you’re a mess! |