Lyric
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I
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leave
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my
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house
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at
|
three
|
o'clock
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With
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two
|
hundred
|
texts
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and
|
two
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missed
|
calls
|
Guess
|
all
|
of
|
the
|
friends
|
that
|
I
|
pissed
|
off
|
All
|
talked
|
And
|
I
|
took
|
a
|
job
|
for
|
just
|
July
|
But
|
feels
|
|
Lyric
|
like
|
I
|
might
|
be
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here
|
for
|
life
|
Yeah,
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I'm
|
in
|
it
|
now,
|
I'm
|
in
|
it
|
now
|
Could
|
I
|
start
|
again
|
somehow?
|
Yes
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess
|
with
|
an
|
S
|
on
|
my
|
chest
|
Got
|
stress
|
fillin'
|
up
|
my
|
|
Lyric
|
head
|
So
|
I
|
spent
|
last
|
night
|
blowin'
|
up
|
my
|
life
|
Now
|
you
|
won't
|
see
|
me
|
again
|
Cheers
|
to
|
the
|
front
|
and
|
cheers
|
to
|
the
|
back
|
And
|
cheers
|
to
|
the
|
2010s
|
I
|
could
|
hate
|
my
|
guts
|
when
|
|
Lyric
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
up
|
But
|
I
|
like
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
I
|
like
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
Why
|
should
|
I
|
fix
|
the
|
shit
|
I've
|
done
|
When
|
I
|
could
|
just
|
pack
|
my
|
shit
|
and
|
run?
|
Delete
|
every
|
number
|
|
Lyric
|
from
|
my
|
phone
|
So
|
long
|
Yeah,
|
I'll
|
get
|
new
|
shirts
|
'cause
|
mine
|
all
|
stink
|
And
|
I'll
|
tell
|
my
|
boss
|
what
|
I
|
really
|
think
|
yeah,
|
I'm
|
in
|
it
|
now,
|
I'm
|
in
|
it
|
now
|
Could
|
I
|
start
|
|
Lyric
|
again
|
somehow?
|
Yes,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess
|
with
|
an
|
S
|
on
|
my
|
chest
|
Got
|
Stress
|
fillin'
|
up
|
my
|
head
|
So
|
I
|
spent
|
last
|
night
|
blowin'
|
up
|
my
|
life
|
Now
|
you
|
won't
|
see
|
me
|
again
|
Cheers
|
to
|
|
Lyric
|
the
|
front
|
and
|
cheers
|
to
|
the
|
back
|
And
|
cheers
|
to
|
the
|
2010s
|
I
|
could
|
hate
|
my
|
guts
|
when
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
up
|
But
|
I
|
like
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
I
|
like
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
Yes,
|
I'm
|
|
Lyric
|
a
|
mess
|
with
|
an
|
S
|
on
|
my
|
chest
|
So
|
I
|
spent
|
last
|
night
|
blowin'
|
up
|
my
|
life
|
Now
|
you
|
won't
|
see
|
me
|
again
|
yes,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess
|
with
|
an
|
S
|
on
|
my
|
chest
|
I
|
could
|
|
Lyric
|
my
|
guts
|
when
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
up
|
But
|
I
|
guess
|
that's
|
what
|
this
|
is
|
I
|
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
I
|
could
|
hate
|
my
|
guts
|
when
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
up
|
But
|
I
|
like
|
myself
|
like
|
this
|
|