Show us off to all your friends,
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We're the trophy boys from here to if and when,
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we break and break your dreams of,
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keeping us a secret.
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We're the back-pocket believers,
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we're the locals who went postal,
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call it treason while you can.
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I'm just a face for every picture,
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a smile for your scrap-books,
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and a story to be told, and told, but I'm
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but I'm loving every second
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so commemorate this hour,
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as the last I spend regretting what I have.
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Boys, raise your glasses,
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Girls, shake those...
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(Get up, get up, get up!)
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We're the party,
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you're the people;
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let's make this night a classic.
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We play, you move
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(Come on let me hear you!)
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We're the party, you're the people,
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and this is how we,
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this is how we do.
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The curtain's rising,
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I'm forgetting where I've been.
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I watch the lights go up,
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on a star without his screen.
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Set it off and sing it back.
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Direction's keeping me on track.
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But I'll admit, I do it all for the attention.
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I'm just a face for every picture,
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a smile for your scrap-books,
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and a story to be told, and told, but I'm,
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but I'm loving every second
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so commemorate this hour,
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as the last I spend regretting what I have.
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Boys, raise your glasses,
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Girls, shake those...
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(Get up, get up, get up!)
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We're the party,
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you're the people;
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let's make this night a classic.
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We play, you move
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(Come on let me hear you!)
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We're the party, you're the people,
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and this is how we,
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this is how we do.
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This Is How We Do
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| All Time Low |
