And who's gonna know you?
If not me
I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
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And who's gonna hold you?
Like me
No, nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody
You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
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