| If rumour is always right
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| And the truth is lies
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| Then they’re starting to sound alike
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| Yeah, I’ve lost sight
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| 4 a.m. with your friends still high
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| Echoing promises
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| You wish your body thin
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| Based on trashy magazines
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| I just can’t relate
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| So you can call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it
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| So you can call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it
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| You’re coming on 25
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| And your cousin’s 9
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| But you’re starting to sound alike
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| Yeah, words in line
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| 6 a.m. with your friends still high
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| Echoing promises
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| You can say you wanna
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| A man lift them from a magazine
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| Please, don’t hesitate
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| So you can call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it
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| So you can call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it
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| You take some time if it’s what you need
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| Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep
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| But could you call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it
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| You take some time if it’s what you need
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| Run and fuck my friends if it helps you sleep
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| But could you call this what it is
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| And kill me
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| If you can get around to it |