| Hello, hello, hello, hello
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| (Hello, hello, hello, hello)
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| It’s a motherfucking pleasure
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| No pressure
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| But would you like to blow my mind
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| And move too fast and plan our perfect lives together?
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| (Plan our perfect lives together)
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| Holy, holy, holy, holy (holy shit)
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| You mean to tell me tell me tell
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| You’re tough to love when you don’t love yourself, well
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| My less exciting features
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| Are packed inside my body
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| They’re crammed into the balcony
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| They’re jamming up the lobby
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| They’re falling out the window
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| You can see them crashing through the glass
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| When I don’t keep my lids closed
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| As the director flicks his wrist
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| A stage-hand in the wings has got a silver chain he grips
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| And when he lifts it opens up the velvet curtains of my lips
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| And I say
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| We’re not looking to wish on a star
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| We’re no good at receiving the help
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| Who the hell do you think that you are
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| Tryna make me believe in myself
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| You’re like the sun in the summertime
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| I know you are but what am I
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| I don’t really wanna sound like a lullaby
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| But I think that every family is a butterfly
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| You know pretty from afar, pretty gross up close
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| Don’t pity what we are, it’s mostly
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| Unhideous and I’m sitting at the bar with a beer
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| So cheers, come toast me
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| Get cozy since we’re both lonely
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| Why don’t we leap and then go see
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| What we become, when it’s done it’s dumb
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| But I’m not looking below, so don’t ghost me
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| And it’s seeming like we’re in agreement
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| That the demon that we’re fighting isn’t the exact same
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| But if we’re teaming up and carrying the weight together
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| We can miss a bit of back pain
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| And if you’re into it,
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| We can get up out the city in a minute in the fast lane
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| Get hitched in a chapel in Vegas
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| Maybe get rich, life is a craps game
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| And I take my cue, from you
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| On what you wanna do about a last name
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| (It's not so bad to be a Watsky)
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Those fires in your attic that rage without permission
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| Some days invade your living room or break out in the kitchen
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| They breeze right through the building
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| They just show up as they please
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| And then retreat like grown up children
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| Well how’d you like to split this L
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| And Tell me what you’ve witnessed
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| If the price of life is hell
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| Well no one ever had to sell me on how nice the fire smells
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| And there’s so much I’ve been silent on
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| But I’ll whisper every secret to you when this mic is gone
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| And I know you’ll listen (listen)
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| And I know it’s different (different)
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| But it gives me peace our missing pieces could be siblings
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| The rough nights, ain’t leaving
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| So why the hell should we
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| And I say
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| Welcome to the family
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family)
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family)
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family)
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| You deserve love
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family)
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family)
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| You deserve love (welcome to the family) |