| Still coming down, coming down from yesterday
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| Swimming in the smoke is a debt that I gotta pay
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| It’s not a war if you never agree to play
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| Bring another round gotta wash these tears away
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| And I know I’d runaway
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| And I drink to hide the pain
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| And we know we got away
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| We are fit for better days
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| But I don’t wanna talk, no I don’t wanna talk no more
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| Cause it’s getting me down, yeah it’s getting me down
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| Yeah it’s getting me down
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| Yeah I just want to move my wrists, wrists
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| Do a body roll cause we don’t give a shit
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| Wanna move my wrists, wrists
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| Do a body roll cause we don’t give a shit
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| We fall in love, in a second you’re out the door
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| Scream and shout at the people we love the most
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| Nine to five for the suits on the hundredth floor
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| Live in the basement hanging onto higher hopes
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| And people get away
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| And rent’s a bitch to pay
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| I lay in bed awake
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| And I know I’ll see better days
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| But I don’t wanna talk, no I don’t wanna talk no more
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| Cause it’s getting me down, yeah it’s getting me down
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| Yeah it’s getting me down
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| Yeah I just want to move my wrists, wrists
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| Do a body roll cause (like) we don’t give a shit
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| Wanna move my wrists, wrists
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| Do a body roll cause we don’t give a shit |