| Congratulations are in store
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| And I’d like to tell you more
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| But our life is not like this
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| Nor is it a waste of time
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| Pictures are the worst
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| Adulation’s coming next
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| Only physical pain beats that
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| How do I put up with it
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| Serve me if you must
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| Just don’t draw a scene to us
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| I used to never care this much
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| Oh a drag it is to grow
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| Oh I’d carry that weight
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| And I’d wait to be late
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| Being first is the worst
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| If you don’t know your host
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| Drink a drink
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| Should have called before
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| I even opened my front door
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| Now all my fears have come true
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| I don’t even recognize a face
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| Pour another drink
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| Check my phone before I think
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| Just pretend have another sip
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| I should not have come to this
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| Preparations to sneak out
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| Before anyone seeks out
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| If I’m invited at all
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| Oh I know I can not wait
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| Oh I’d carry that weight
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| And I’d wait to be late
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| Being first is the worst
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| And I don’t know your name
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| Drink a drink
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| In my mind you were perverse
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| Running wildly to your purse
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| Shiny was a good contrast
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| To the features of your clothes
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| Resting on your hips
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| Like my very first solar eclipse
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| It hurt my eyes but I could not resist
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| Oh the vision of your face
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| Stood out like a glitch
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| But I could not conceal my mirth
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| And those green eyes rest on me
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| Ahahaha just pretend
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| Oh I walked straight into this
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| And no one even cares
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| Except now I have your gaze
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| And it erases my face
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| C’est la vie
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| C’est la vie |