| I’m not to say what you cannot do
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| Life moves on and on
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| Thought that it was Sunday, will I get a rush from ignoring
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| My mum when she calls to see if I’ve been sleeping
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| Well I’m back in love‚ and I’m back in blue
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| When it all goes too well‚ when it all comes too soon
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| It’s not hard to get it’s just boring
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| If you have to feign elation for some dickhead’s revelations
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| I’m still here
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| Even though it’s been a year since I let 'em out here
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| Well home still calls
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| Even when my stomach turns at the sound of the phone
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| I’ll cover your eyes or cover your ears
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| There’s more to life than making cash‚ there’s more to life than making
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| Who am I to say who you cannot be?
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| Life moves on when it’s moving without me
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| I’m still here
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| Even though it’s been a year since I let 'em out here
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| Well home still calls
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| Even when my stomach turns at the sound of the phone
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| Promise you, I heard you wanna fake it fake it
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| If you need a fan, I’ll fake it just as well as you
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| When we learn to fake it‚ fake it
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| I’m hiding from a lot inside a perfectly dark room
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| So you wanna fake it, fake it
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| If you need a fan, I’ll fake it just as well as you
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| When you wanna fake it‚ fake it
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| I’m hiding from a lot inside
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| Over and over and over again
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| I said, the world has got it out for me and I can tell
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| I’m sober, sober, sober again
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| I said if I can get some Henny, well I’d just keep on drinking
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| It gets better, it gets worse
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| Then it gets better again
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| Had to send in a schizophrenic, stoning hits 'til the end |