| Is it my imagination?
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| Is it something that I’m taking?
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| All the smiles that I’m faking
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| “Everything is great
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| Everything is fucking great”
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| Going out every weekend
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| Staring at the stars or the ceiling
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| Hollywood friends, got to see them
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| Such a good time
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| I believe it this time
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| Tuesday night
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| Glazed over eyes
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| Just one more pint or five
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| Does it even matter anyway?
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| We’re dancing on tables
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| Till I’m off my face
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| With all of my people
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| And it couldn’t get better they say
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| We’re singing ‘till last call
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| And it’s all out of tune
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| Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
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| And it hits me when the lights go on
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| Shit, maybe I miss you
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| Just like that and I’m sober
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| I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”
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| Maybe I was lying when I told you
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| “Everything is great
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| Everything is fucking great”
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| And all of these thoughts and the feeling
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| Doesn’t matter if you don’t need them
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| I’ve been checking my phone all evening
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| Such a good time
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| I believe it this time
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| Tuesday night
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| Glazed over eyes
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| Just one more pint or five
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| Does it even matter anyway?
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| We’re dancing on tables
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| Till I’m off my face
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| With all of my people
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| And it couldn’t get better they say
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| We’re singing till last call
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| And it’s all out of tune
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| Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
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| And it hits me when the lights go on
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| Shit, maybe I miss you
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| Now I’m asking my friends if I should say “I’m sorry”
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| They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”
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| I can’t even be near the phone now
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| I can’t even be with you alone now
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| Oh how, shit changes
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| We were in love
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| Now, we’re strangers
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| When I feel it coming up I just throw that shit away
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| Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway
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| We’re dancing on tables
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| Till I’m off my face
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| With all of my people
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| And it couldn’t get better they say
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| We’re singing till last call
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| And it’s all out of tune
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| Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
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| And it hits me when the lights go on
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| We’re dancing on tables
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| Till I’m off my face
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| With all of my people
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| And it couldn’t get better they say
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| We’re singing till last call
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| And it’s all out of tune
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| Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
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| And it hits me when the lights go on
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| Shit, maybe I’ll miss you |