| I just woke up next to this chick who I don’t know
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| And I’ll probably never see her again
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| I can’t remember what I did last night
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| When behind the shades is the only place you can hide
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| And your waking thought is more often than not «where am I?»
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| Still pissed, and a half-empty bottle of liquor’s
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| The only liquid you can find
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| Too busy to reminisce over a time when you have time
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| And all you wanna do is chill, baby hold onto
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| Something that you can feel
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| That ain’t too much to ask for, is it?
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| When you no longer look like the you in your passport picture
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| All you wanna do is turn over and find her
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| Normally turn over and you find her
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| But this time I turned over and I found you
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| Though we might not get to know what this might amount to
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| I just woke up next to this chick who I don’t know
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| And I’ll probably never see her again
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| I can’t remember what I did last night
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| Let alone last weekend
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| I’d always wanted to live the fast life
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| Till it started speeding up
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| Now I’m here living the fast life
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| Good luck keeping up
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| A life that went from canapés to classic champagne
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| Cocktails to cigarette butts and champagne flutes
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| Rolled up notes, a few lines of coke
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| One hell of a headache and two piles of clothes
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| Room full of smoke, eyes full of sleep
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| A plane I’ve gotta catch and a bed I don’t wanna leave
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| I don’t wanna leave you, I wanna wake you
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| But I should let you sleep through, you look so peaceful
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| Tiptoeing as I’m rushing to get my things together
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| Too many pieces of puzzles for me to piece together
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| Maybe I’ll leave a letter, in the hope that
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| When she wakes, she remembers me and that we fell asleep together
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| But likely she remembered nothing
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| Woke up in a rush and huffing at how Stephen kept her knocking
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| Grabbed her things, didn’t see the letter, let alone open it
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| Stepped over it on her way out and never even noticed it |