| I used to run round naked chasing pigeons
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| Get home vision
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| Never got it that I grew up being British
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| James Bond’s next mission, the Queen gets my digits
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| Doing drugs not enough so I quit it
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| Text my old school friends, let me hit it
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| Says she down so I’m cooking in the kitchen
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| Exams, think I’ll miss it, I fucked my revision
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| I’ll take you way back home
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| The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
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| Everybody round me who’s confused won’t know
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| Why I’m always sleeping or I’m rude and so
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| I still feel low, come back home
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| The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
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| Take a little picture, Polaroid, I hope
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| I never have to pay back the things I owe
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| The things I owe
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| Unless they get back to 2003
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| Where the sky was still blue and the grass was still green
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| Now the kids being rude through the cracks on our screens
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| So we say something true, thinking fast on our feet
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| Told the girls with their make up it’s past Halloween
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| Grabbed the car, get on fill it up, gasoline
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| 50K on the watch, tryna track calories
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| Got a text from my ex but she left me on seen (aw)
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| I’ll take you way back home
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| The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
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| Everybody round me who’s confused won’t know
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| Why I’m always sleeping or I’m rude and so
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| I still feel low, come back home
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| The sun don’t shine so the moon won’t glow
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| Take a little picture, Polaroid, I hope
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| I never have to pay back the things I owe
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| The things I owe |