Lyric
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There's
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a
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hole
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in
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the
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bottom
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of
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my
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brain
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But
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when
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I
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party,
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the
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hole
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goes
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away
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But
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the
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party
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I
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throw
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needs
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a
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picture
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to
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post
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So
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the
|
world
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knows
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the
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party
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was
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great
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There's
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a
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hole
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in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
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Lyric
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brain
|
But
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when
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you
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like
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me,
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the
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hole
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goes
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away
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So
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there's
|
likes
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and
|
hellos
|
On
|
a
|
post
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on
|
my
|
phone
|
of
|
a
|
party
|
I
|
throw
|
In
|
the
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
(This
|
is
|
how
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you
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do
|
it
|
right)
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Heads
|
|
Lyric
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up,
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I'm
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sorry
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to
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be
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that
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guy
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heads
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up,
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I'm
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lookin'
|
to
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just
|
get
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by
|
Let's
|
just
|
say,
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let's
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just
|
say
|
we're
|
fine
|
There's
|
a
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
But
|
when
|
you
|
love
|
me,
|
the
|
hole
|
goes
|
away
|
And
|
the
|
|
Lyric
|
likes
|
on
|
my
|
phone,
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yeah,
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they'll
|
start
|
to
|
explode
|
If
|
I
|
go
|
and
|
explode
|
in
|
L.A.
|
There's
|
a
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
If
|
I
|
make
|
money,
|
the
|
hole
|
goes
|
away
|
Now
|
there's
|
a
|
thing
|
made
|
of
|
gold
|
in
|
a
|
home
|
|
Lyric
|
that
|
I
|
own
|
From
|
a
|
song
|
that
|
I
|
wrote
|
about
|
likes
|
and
|
hellos
|
On
|
a
|
post
|
on
|
my
|
phone
|
of
|
a
|
party
|
I
|
throw
|
In
|
the
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
(This
|
is
|
how
|
you
|
do
|
it
|
right)
|
Heads
|
up,
|
I'm
|
|
Lyric
|
sorry
|
to
|
be
|
that
|
guy
|
Heads
|
up,
|
I'm
|
lookin'
|
to
|
just
|
get
|
by
|
Let's
|
just
|
say,
|
let's
|
just
|
say
|
we're
|
fine
|
Do-do-do-do-do,
|
do-do-do-do-do
|
Do-do-do-do-do,
|
do-do-do-do-do
|
Do-do-do-do-do
|
Let's
|
just
|
say,
|
let's
|
just
|
say
|
we're
|
fine
|
There's
|
a
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
|
Lyric
|
When
|
I
|
spend
|
money,
|
the
|
hole
|
goes
|
away
|
If
|
I
|
finally
|
get
|
clothes
|
that
|
are
|
fancily
|
sewn
|
I
|
could
|
finally
|
be
|
ready
|
for
|
fame
|
There's
|
a
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
your
|
brain
|
When
|
you
|
get
|
famous,
|
the
|
hole
|
goes
|
away
|
Now
|
|
Lyric
|
there's
|
coke
|
on
|
the
|
nose
|
of
|
a
|
bro
|
I
|
don't
|
know
|
In
|
a
|
showroom
|
of
|
clothes
|
that
|
were
|
fancily
|
sewn
|
In
|
a
|
town
|
that
|
I
|
loathe
|
on
|
a
|
coast
|
that
|
gets
|
stoked
|
On
|
the
|
thing
|
made
|
of
|
gold
|
in
|
a
|
home
|
that
|
|
Lyric
|
I
|
own
|
From
|
a
|
song
|
that
|
I
|
wrote
|
about
|
likes
|
and
|
hellos
|
On
|
a
|
post
|
on
|
my
|
phone
|
of
|
a
|
party
|
I
|
throw
|
But
|
I
|
know
|
I'm
|
alone,
|
no,
|
I
|
know
|
I'm
|
alone
|
In
|
the
|
hole
|
in
|
the
|
bottom
|
of
|
my
|
brain
|
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