| We’re living aloud, who needs a radio?
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| If you’re here right now then you already know
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| Leave it at the door, come on and raise your cup
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| We’re burning it down until the sun comes up
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| I still remember when I cared what people thought about me
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| They mocked my music, my hair like I was some kind of freak
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| I was awkward, paranoid, so scared that I’d barely speak
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| Until I said «Fuck it, they can suck it! |
| It’s more fun being me!»
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| Yeah, I know who I am
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| I do what I want 'cause I know that I can!
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| We’re living aloud, who needs a radio?
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| If you’re here right now then you already know
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| Leave it at the door, come on and raise your cup
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| We’re burning it down until the sun comes up
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| So what’s the point of stressing out about what everyone thinks?
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| It doesn’t matter at all 'cause they’ve got nothing on me
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| They sit at home, and bitch and moan 'cause they’re all too scared to live
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| They can throw their sticks and their stones but I’ve got no fucks left to give
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| I ain’t got no fucks
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| Ah, fuck it
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| We’re living aloud, who needs a radio?
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| If you’re here right now then you already know
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| Leave it at the door, come on and raise your cup
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| We’re burning it down until the sun comes up |