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I apologise for the no reply | Wish I could describe what goes on inside | Get these butterflies, man, they make me tired
I apologise for the no reply Wish I could describe what goes on inside Get these butterflies, man, they make me tired I was so uptight and preoccupied That I did not ask you about your life And the things you like, how you spend your nights And your nine-to-five, are you that surprised? Oh, no Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh) Was I impolite? Was that joke alright? I just want to seem like a normal guy You know how it's like, try to see my side You're a cinephile, I watch Family Guy On a Friday night, off a rogue website When I should be out with some friends of mine Runnin' rеckless wild in the streets at night Singin' "Life, oh, lifе," with our arms out wide Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh) Oh, no (Oh-oh-oh) 'Cause you know One in a million ain't my luck I know my stories don't line up If you're still making your mind up There is still hope, you know I'll try To do it right Every time You and I Well, you know Well, you know (I) I I I Woah-oh, oh Woah-oh, oh Woah-oh, oh
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