| I go to this party
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| With no ambition, I want to leave
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| Well my mind starts burning, my teeth start shifting
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| The neighbors have to come and grab me
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| Well, I’m feeling antisocial
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| Misnanthropic all around us
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| Really over being anywhere at all
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| But I’m scared of drinking alone
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| 'Cause it feels like we’re chewing this dog’s last bone
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| And I’m desperate and glued to my phone
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| Well, you and I, you and I
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| You and I aren’t the only ghosts who don’t have fun
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| You and I aren’t the only voice
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| Let the rumors of the new wave
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| Pull all the lonely ghosts inside of their room
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| And we howl, and we howl
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| 'Cause the radio don’t sound how we sound
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| Because we’re feeling antisocial
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| Misanthropic all around
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| Just fucking over being anyone at all
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| But we’re scared of drinking alone
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| 'Cause it feels like we’re chewing this dog’s last bone
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| And we’re desperate and glued to our phones
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| You and I, you and I
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| You and I aren’t the only ghosts who don’t have fun
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| You and I aren’t the only voice
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| (Well me and my best friend’s ghost, can have a good time)
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| (Your mommy was a communist
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| She wrote two books about teenage sex
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| Your mommy was a communist
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| She wrote two books about teenage sex)
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| But we’re scared of drinking alone
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| 'Cause it feels like we’re chewing this dog’s last bone
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| And we’re desperate and glued to our phones
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| You and I, you and I
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| You and I aren’t the only ghosts who don’t have fun
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| You and I aren’t the only voice
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| You and I, you and I
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| You and I aren’t the only ghosts who don’t have fun
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| You and I aren’t the only voice |