| I watch you lying on the grass
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| Say you’ll never act your age
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| You look so inviting yet detached
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| In your white-rimmed Hepburn Shades
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| You say it’s not worth trying
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| Why bother getting up today?
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| But you’ll never know
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| Just what you’ve missed
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| When you’re too busy
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| Just talking shit
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| The pretentious drop out and the fakers fade away
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| In their Hepburn Shades
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| So we meander through a sea of palaver
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| While your cigarette goes out
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| I’d give you head
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| Make you breakfast in bed
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| If that’d keep you coming ‘round
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| You can’t swallow your pride
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| You’re a glorified suicide
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| But you’ll never know
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| Just what you’ve missed
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| When you’re too busy
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| Just talking shit
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| The pretentious drop out and the fakers fade away
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| In their Hepburn Shades
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| In their Hepburn Shades
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| So if the black mirror burns I hope my reflection stays
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| But you’ll never know
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| Just what you’ve missed
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| When you’re too busy
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| Just talking shit
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| The pretentious drop out and the fakers fade away
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| In their Hepburn Shades
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| In their Hepburn Shades |