| Rooftops, balloon that never pops
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| See-through hands with the middle fingers up
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| We numb, blurry vision
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| Flipping this city while we sipping helium
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| Oh hush, don’t be precious
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| Talk to the hands, friend, we’re just the glove
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| That hidden club where everything’s plur
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| Pull out the building like a rotten molar
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| Living in a city of dotted silhouettes
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| Everybody’s fading
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| Maybe we’ll be next
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| So bombs away, we’ll leave today
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| We’ll find a place for all our friends
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| Bombs away, yeah, bombs away
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| We’ll press eject and start again
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| We killer whales speculating from a black yacht
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| We killer whales, drink this city to the last drop
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| Never subtle, yeah, we always on caps lock
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| At the casino where we leave, it leaves an aftershock
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| In between jobs, in between her sobs
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| She can tell it’s probable she’ll always be a renter, yeah
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| Get to LA, get your stories straight, everybody great
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| Gotta be an influencer
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| But isn’t it a pity how time is like a sieve
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| I’m in a city full of buildings where my friends used to live
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| So bombs away, we’ll leave today
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| We’ll find a place for all our friends
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| Bombs away, yeah, bombs away
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| We’ll press eject and start again
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| La la la la la la la laissez-faire
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| La la la la laissez-faire
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| But Isn’t it a pity how time is like a sieve
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| I’m in a city full of buildings where my friends used to live
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| So bombs away, we’ll leave today
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| We’ll find a place for all our friends
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| Bombs away, yeah, bombs away
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| We’ll press eject and start again
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting
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| I’m ghosting |