| Blacked out singers
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| And blacked out cabs
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| Don’t lift a finger with your heavy hand
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| No one sees your blue coats of diamonds, second hand
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| Your eyes are opened wide and no
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| Your suits never change
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| And your suits never change
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| But you don’t know why
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| And your friends don’t try to stay awake
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| And your suits never change
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| And your photos stay the same
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| But you don’t know why
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| That your friends don’t try to stay awake
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| I can see you falling through the clouds
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| You land on the softest piece of ground
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| You tuck your shit where no one can see you drinking by yourself
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| You land on the softest piece of ground
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| And your suits never change
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| And your suits never change
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| But you don’t know why
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| That your friends don’t try to stay awake
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| And your suits never change
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| And your photos stay the same
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| But you don’t know why
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| That your friends don’t try to stay awake
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| And your suits never change
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| And your suits never change
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| But you don’t know why
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| That your friends don’t try to stay
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| And your suits never change
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| And your photos stay the same
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| But you don’t know why
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| That your friends don’t try to stay awake |