| Five in the morning, I feel alright
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| Out in the open, it’s cold, just two cigarettes
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| He says, «Now, now, ya bitch», you’d kill for a fight, ooh
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| But sometimes your will’s better dead than alive
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| She said, «I'm no frills, all thrills, obsessed with the stars»
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| I said, «I hate hugs, do drugs, and drive a shitty car»
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| Yeah, but if you’re up but down, I’ll sweep you off your feet
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| It’s still my only one, just don’t yack in the back seat
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| Yeah, we’re so wasteful and we’ve only got five years
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| No indication of where it all begins
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| L-L-L-Late in November, I’m not the same
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| It’s easy to hide when no one’s looking at you
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| Oh well, I wanna be seen, just not candidly
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| «Yeah, I’ll pay to stream, but only come and watch if it’s free»
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| Your friends are all 'goals', no soul, well-dressed, hell stressed
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| We’re all too happy, too sad to clean up the mess
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| So when there’s nothing new but people faking orgasms here
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| Keep your real friends far and your fake friends near
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| Well, we’re so wasteful and we’ve only got five years
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| No indication of where it all begins |