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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 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