| Open my door, I step between my clothes
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| Can’t find the floor, yeah it’s been like this before
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| Still washing stains but I know they won’t fade
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| These growing pains, they push me till I break
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| I’m pulling down my eyelids two at a time
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| I swear it’s just my sinuses, I’ll be fine
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| An existential crisis and it’s only a Monday
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| Tell me I’m alive
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Gotta get the fuck out of LA (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| Run from the sun before it burns my brain (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| I’ll cut the breaks
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| Hey, I’m still alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| No sympathy, don’t look at me that way
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| 'Cause physically, well I’m falling into space
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| And typically, yeah, I’d wrap it in a bow
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| But honestly, the cracks, they start to show
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| I’m pulling down my eyelids two at a time
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| I swear it’s just my sinuses, I’ll be fine
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| An existential crisis and it’s only a Monday
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| Tell me I’m alive
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Gotta get the fuck out of LA (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| Run from the sun before it burns my brain (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| I’ll cut the breaks
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| Hey, I’m still alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| I’m pulling down my eyelids two at a time
|
| I swear it’s just my sinuses, I’ll be fine
|
| An existential crisis and it’s only a Monday
|
| Tell me I’m alive
|
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
|
| Gotta get the fuck out of LA (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
|
| Run from the sun before it burns my brain (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| I’ll cut the breaks
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| Hey, I’m still alive (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) |