| Only call me cause you need someone to drink with
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| I’m fine with that
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| Look of despair on your face
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| Keeps you looking so distinctive, almost instinctive
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| Live your life through a lens
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| What’s real and what’s pretend?
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| Live for the strangers
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| Of so called friends
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| You’ll never go without again
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| It’s the fear of missing out when your money’s on the weekend
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| Only got yourself to blame
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| It’s the sugar so shallow, you’re brushing off the powder
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| Only money with a purpose, nobody come disturb us
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| Lay your cheek to the cold sink
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| We’ll be sifting through a haze for a whole week
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| Trade me in for cheaper thrills
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| No matter what you knock or spill
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| Whatever you have to say to get your way
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| You’ll never go without again
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| It’s the fear of missing out when your money’s on the weekend
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| Only got yourself to blame
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| It’s the sugar so shallow, you’re brushing off the powder
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| You’ll never go without again
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| It’s the fear of missing out when your money’s on the weekend
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| Only got yourself to blame
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| It’s the sugar so shallow, you’re brushing off the powder
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| Never go without again
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| It’s the fear of missing out when your money’s on the weekend
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| Only got yourself to blame
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| It’s the sugar so shallow, you’re brushing off the powder |