| I don’t like my country, it’s more of an addiction
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| The way girls fixate and pour over lip gloss
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| I’m hard to love, I make idiot jokes
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| But those the hardest to love are those that need it the most
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| Some people drink to be interesting
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| Some people drink to be interested
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| The bus comes, fuck delays, lust rushes, love waits
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| Fuck the crushes at rush hour
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| Luck in love is like government power
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| Just fucking bust case
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| Full fathom five my father lies
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| That’s why I don’t go gentle into that good night
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| That’s why I’m shining brighter than the brightest light
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| I twinkle like my blade in the belly of the Reich
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| 'Cause dullards don’t shine for shit, they just talk shite
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| Shoulda, woulda, coulda does not build prophecies of I
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| So I’ll be mouth and eyes for the sore foresight
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| Never act like an Audi driver
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| Never mix with the drink spikers
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| Never seen with the seat pissers
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| Never ever been a game misser
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| 'Cause missing a game will keep me up all night
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| 'Cause none of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| Full fathom five my father lies
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| When I was a young boy I painted my room black
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| When I was a young boy I rated the boom bap
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| Cut to aerial footage of a scary estate
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| Keep going and prove them right
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| Send for everyone, end the night
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| Returning to home still yearning to leave
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| Turnin' the sun in worsening seas
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| Determined to put my searching at ease
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| Circling seagulls determined to eat
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| Into the smoke of the blue, green and chalk
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| Sinking and blowing and dipping we talk
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| Until the cliffs become big on our portside
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| Closer and taller, it makes me feel short
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| Calling me back at the start of the year
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| All I ask is a star to steer
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| Full fathom five my father lies
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive
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| Full fathom five my father lies
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| None of us are getting out of this life alive |
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