I wear the mask of the lovable rogue I used to be Just an act of trickery. Hope I can fool, hope I can blend, Hope I won't give in again, Maybe I will, maybe I won't, But maybe that's not for me to know. (x2) Give me booze or give me attention, Or give me death, lord, this is my confession. Six feet under or six shots in, Blur the lines, let the games begin. Give me wine and let me whine, And let me join in just one last time. We all know I'll have more tonight, But fear of missing out is not a crime. No, fear of missing out is not a crime.
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