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Kids In Glass Houses Smart Casual

Every day I wake up my pillows made up I'm tired of always following you around you're such a faker and when you meet your maker I know he's gonna beat

says you're getting lazy friends for hire it's hot as hell in the desert tonight, alright lipstick on your chest they put the poison in your glass they

You order margaritas for your friends in the trendy bars at the world?s end I can see death there consoling old girlfriends says there?s a guest list

As you crawl on all fours, A dirty mouth licks clean the floor, You were lighting them up and stomping them out, That little black book is full of the

And I wish I could sleep But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've singing til I faint, yeah But I won't admit defeat

So don't worry they tell me hell's an ok place to be this time of year so don't worry they tell me hell's the hippest place to be and i'm dying gradually