| Everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| But I’m not fucking going to that party
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| All my friends are dead
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| Or lost their mind from shooting smack
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| And every woman that I loved
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| Now hates my guts won’t call me back
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| I’m gone
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| Oh, even though I’m still here
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| I’ve done all I can do
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| And now my time is coming close
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| Or what if I’ve already died
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| And now I’m living as a ghost
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| I’m gone
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| Even though I’m still here
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| Even though I’m still here
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| Everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| But I’m not fucking going to that party
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| Everything you know
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| Is a love your mind has borrowed
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| There’s no time to break it down
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| Cause there may be no tomorrow
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| So you’ve got to give your love
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| Before your soul, it slips away
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| And then you’re gone
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| Even though you’re still here
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| Even though you’re still here
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| Everybody’s coming to my party
|
| And everybody’s coming to my party
|
| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| But I’m not fucking going to that party
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| Everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| And everybody’s coming to my party
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| But I’m not fucking going to that party |