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This is like being born again Reviving the childish instincts inside my brain Meeting the people who aren't my friends But I can't remember a single name Feeling quite mixed But the mixer is in the fridge I'm buying Gin over a sandwich Inside? outside? take your pick You know I can't feel the cold I won't be sick Hope she's doing fine Tried to call her on my line Busy girls have no time To talk about their busy lives Peer pressure is a bitch Can't tell which door is which Into the wall light switch And now my key doesn't fit Come down off of this I don't know where to begin Haven't a clue who he is Just invited himself in Letras de canciones Boxes still in my room Hardly touched and unlikely soon None of the pans have been used No one in here likes to cook Wake up around two Make my way to the bathroom Look a mess. Feel confused Can't find my other shoe From Letras Mania