| Let’s go
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| Find me in the motherfucking bathroom, yacking in the bowl
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| She’s rubbing my back watching the tragedy unfold
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| Like, «Better out than in, now let’s get you home»
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| I’m the one her parents hate, still the best she’s ever known
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| And there’s vomit on my shirt, that’s how I deal with everything
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| I’m saying something slurred, yada yada, fuck my enemies
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| I think I lost my phone, who the fuck is texting me?
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| It’s only my poor mother, she just wonders where the hell I be
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| While my best friends calling her like, «Lucy, chill
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| I know it’s 4:00am, I swear we’re at the movies still»
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| Because we grew up quickly, watching all these stupid films
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| Now I’m living life just trying to make the movies real, like
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| Thinking I’m the man 'cause they say it
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| But dude, you haven’t made it 'til you make it
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| And this is not a Tumblr, I’m just wasted
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| Hanging at the party feeling like I’m nearly famous, whoa-oh
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| This is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| Yeah, this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| Find me on the motherfucking floor with my eyes rolling back
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| My girl has given up, she couldn’t deal with all the crap
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| I do it 'cause it’s fun and I do it 'cause I can
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| But I’m older than I used to be and now it’s sort of sad
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| 'Cause people that I grew up with are buying bungalows
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| But people that I grew up with are mostly dummies though
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| That is not for me, I had to leave my mum at home
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| Now I’ve got these people smiling at me I don’t fucking know
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| But love to my old friends, love to my new ones
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| Bye to the fake ones, stand by the true ones
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| My nana says, «Tom, you were a boy I thought I knew once»
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| But so much has changed in the last few months, like
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| Thinking I’m the man 'cause they say it
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| But dude, you haven’t made it 'til you make it
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| And this is not a Tumblr, I’m just wasted
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| Hanging at the party feeling like I’m nearly famous, whoa-oh
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| Yeah, this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| Yeah, this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| She says that I’ll end up in a casket, in a suit and tie
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| I tell my girl, «Chill, you know I’m too cute to die»
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| My dad’s saying, «Damn it, don’t be a silly fool»
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| I say, «Only the good die young,» Billy Joel
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| My youth is nearly gone, forgot where I was from
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| Making my way to the top but you know the ride is long
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| 'Cause I believed the hype when they told me I was on
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| But I’m just nearly famous, this is not the life I want
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| I’m ordering these shots like I haven’t had enough yet
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| Telling all my secrets to these people that I just met
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| My girl is always crying, I tell her, «Don't be upset»
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| This what I’ll do trying to get a little success
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| Thinking I’m the man 'cause they say it
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| But dude, you haven’t made it 'til you make it
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| And this is not a Tumblr, I’m just wasted
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| Hanging at the party feeling like I’m nearly famous, whoa-oh
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| Uh, this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| And this is what it’s like to be nearly famous
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| Trying hard to be really famous |