Sophisticated mood swings, manipulated day dreams.
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we've got champagne taste, but not enough money for the real thing.
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we've got flames in our veins and just enough money for the weekend.
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Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see,
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in the places that I should not go and it felt just like, it felt just like,
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it felt just like, it felt just like, it felt just like, felt just like love and drugs.
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Debilitated feelings sprawled across the bed
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She's spinning perfect blue buildings
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while I'm counting crows inside my head.
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We've got champagne taste but not enough money for the real thing.
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We've got flames in our veins and just enough money for the weekend.
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Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see,
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in the places that I should not go and it felt just like, it felt just like,
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it felt just like, it felt just like, it felt just like, felt just like love and drugs.
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Let the waves of strange fall down.
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Let them crash and drift around.
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Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see,
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in the places that I should not go and it felt just like, it felt just like,
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it felt just like, it felt just like, it felt just like, felt just like love and drugs.
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Love & Drugs
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| The Maine |
