You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
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You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.
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You just got off work, huh?
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Another night feeling like the worst one.
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You didn't even count your tips yet,
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But you can tell that it ain't no big step.
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I don't see why you so nice to customers
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They're all fucks and low lives.
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But don't fight, just keep the lip stiff
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And get that money it's the weekend shift.
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But why they all gotta be freaks.
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Wish they would just eat and leave.
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And keep they eyes to theyselves, already insecure, don't need any help.
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But you can blame the pride that makes you hold your anger inside,
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But deep down you wanna curse them all.
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Fuck off asshole jerk off dirt ball.
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You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
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You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.
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Now attitude check,
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Still show up? You haven't quit yet?
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And even when you're meek and sweet
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They still treat you like a piece of meat. Huh.
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Outrageous, each day this clock tick tock and you still a waitress.
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Trying to pay them student loans
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And the lights and the phone and the food and the home.
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And you ain't quite broke but you couldn't afford that place on your own.
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Gotta roommate, to split the rent with
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Now you never feel independent.
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And everything seems so hallow
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Cause after work, where'd that smile go?
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Better bring it back tomorrow.
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Now, pick up the pace and you might make bar close.
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Perfect, last call then some.
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Flirtin', sexual tension.
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Surfin', through them men
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Cause they all searching for that bent one.
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But just one to bend, and you look like you could be my friend.
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With a smile like that, I gotta flirt.
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Girl, you just look like you got off work.
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Huh.. huh... huh...
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You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.
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You love the people that love you.
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You hear the music they move to.
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You give your ode to the fall through.
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But you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you.
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You
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