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    Strobe light
    I find that LEDs are too bright
    Does that make me uptight?
    Not liking messing with the strobe light
    Being seen in plain sight
    That's why I'm afraid of the day light
    I just think it's not right

    Guess that makes me uptight

    And there's a long queue
    Only going cos I felt I should do
    Have I grown cold
    Seven quid a pint yeah that's a rip off
    God I feel old
    Twenty four complaining it's a shithole

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    It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
    So I'm on the bus home
    I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
    Just don't want to be there
    It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
    So I'm on the bus home
    Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
    Don't mind being all alone
    S-H-I-T hole

    Now I'm on the bus home, oh its going so fast
    My phone's blowing up, friends are trying to get me back
    Oh it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate
    What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say

    God I feel old
    Twenty four complaining 'bout the FOMO
    Back into the strobe light
    Come on you can tell me
    Am I uptight?

    It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light
    So I'm on the bus home
    I resist the pressure, not losing my tether
    Just don't want to be there
    It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe
    So I'm on the bus home
    Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home
    Don't mind being all alone
    S-H-I-T hole

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    Composición: Will Harrison, Barn Peiser Pepin, Bill Griffin, Conor Kearney, Dan Hearn y Lois Kelly

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