| I put time to product, using time productively
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| That drink is mine, don’t touch it, please
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| My bedroom wall’s rainbow
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| Every wall’s the same though, guess it’s all relative to me
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| Nasty kids, they locked me in the garden shed
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| And put the garden shears up to my neck
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| I just left a rave, I swear I fell in love
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| I swear I did, it felt so real to me
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| Guess I misjudged, you don’t feel love
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| You feel a lot of other things though
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| I left a rave fascinated
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| I left the rave — feeling kinda low
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| My old bro’s little sister’s birthday
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| I put a smile on for
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| Finally put my feet up on the couch, chillin' out
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| But you still in the field, in my bed
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| Need a half an up to stay awake
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| Must have thought about it
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| But I couldn’t stomach it
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| I said I gave that shit away
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| You said the night isn’t over
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| But today is tomorrow and I need Malibu sleep and a Valium
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| All these things we could try together she says
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| «You don’t have to move or do nothing»
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| I can’t stay awake all the time
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| I got things to do
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| I sit at the rave with a pencil
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| Going up, I feel invincible, yeah
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| I just need my rest right now
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| I can’t talk to you
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| My head is spinnin'
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| And my stomach turnin'
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| And how you still sippin'?
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| And how you still-
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-ain
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-a-a-a-a-ain
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| I lost a pencil, need a pen to talk
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| Need a pad to really feel a way
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| I lost a bag, I lost a baggie
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| Need that shit to really feel a way
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| You went lookin' for it in the dark
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| Guess you lost your mind in yesterday
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| But I can’t safely say it
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| 'Cause I still wanna grab you closer
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| And we both so out of our minds
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| And you whisper to me, «Stay over»
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| It’s gonna be a different kinda night
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| You said the night isn’t over
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| But today is tomorrow and I need Malibu sleep and a Valium
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| All these things we could try together she says
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| «You don’t have to move or do nothing»
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| I can’t stay awake all the time
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| I got things to do
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| I sit at the rave with a pencil
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| Going up, I feel invincible, yeah
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| I just need my rest right now
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| I can’t talk to you
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| My head is spinnin'
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| And my stomach turnin'
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| And how you still sippin'?
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| And how you still-
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-ain
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-ain
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-ain
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| You might drive me insane
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| You might drive me insane
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| She want pick on my brain
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| She want pick on my bra-a-a-a-a-a-ain |