| But I’m too pissed to care
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| My eyes are tied up in that scenester’s hair
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| Just hold me down and save yourself the trouble
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| 'Cause tomorrow, it won’t be like that
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| These words came when you did not
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| But I’m too fucked to mind
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| Your hands are sticky, wrapped up in mine
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| So kiss me now and let’s get into trouble
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| 'Cause tomorrow, it won’t be so bad
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| She gets frustrated on the phone now
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| She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back
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| And I am sitting on my own now
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| But I’m not like that
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| I’m never gonna be like that
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| And all my friends are static like mathematics
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| And yesterday I think I finally worked them out
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| And later on I guess I’m gonna go up town
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| …until tomorrow
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| These words came when you did not
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| But I’m too drunk to care
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| My eyes are tied up in that scenester’s hair
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| Let’s hide in bars and joke about the old days
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| 'Cause tomorrow, it won’t be like that
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| She gets frustrated on the phone now
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| She winds the cable round her neck and calls me back
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| And I am sitting on my own now
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| But I’m not like that
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| I’m never gonna be like that
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| And all my friends are static like mathematics
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| And yesterday I think I finally worked them out
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| And later on I guess I’m gonna go up town
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| …until tomorrow |