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Louis Tomlinson
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Andrew Haas
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Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
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Julian Bunetta
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Marianne Haynes
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Charlie Brown
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Louis Tomlinson
Louis Tomlinson
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Andrew Haas
Andrew Haas
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Pablo Bowman
Pablo Bowman
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Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
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Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
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Asia Whitacre
Asia Whitacre
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Richard Boardman
Richard Boardman
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Matthew Brind
Matthew Brind
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Andrew Haas
Andrew Haas
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Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
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Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
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Afterhrs
Afterhrs
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Ash Howes
Ash Howes
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Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
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Is it my imagination? Is it something that I'm taking? All the smiles that I'm faking "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" Going out every weekend Staring at the stars on the ceiling Hollywood friends, gotta see them Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you Just like that and I'm sober I'm asking myself, "Is it over?" Maybe I was lying when I told you "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" And all of these thoughts and the feelings Cheers to that if you don't need them I've been checking my phone all evening Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you (yeah) Now I'm asking my friends how to say, "I'm sorry" They say, "Lad, give it time, there's no need to worry" And we can't even be on the phone now And I can't even be with you alone now Oh, how shit changes We were in love, now we're strangers When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you
Writer(s): Richard Boardman, Julian C. Bunetta, Louis William Tomlinson, Andrew Christopher Haas, Ian Zachary Franzino, Pablo Bowman, Asia Whiteacre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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