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I apologize for no reply
Wish I could describe what goes on inside
Get these butterflies, man, they make me tired
I was so uptight and preoccupied
That I did not ask you about your life
And the things you like, how you spend your nights
And your nine to five, are you that surprised?
Oh, no
Oh, no (oh-oh-oh)

Was I impolite? Was that joke alright?
I just want to seem like a normal guy
You know how it's like, try to see my side
You're a cinephile, I watch Family Guy
On a Friday night, off a rogue website
When I should be out with some friends of mine
Running reckless wild in the streets at night
Singing Life, oh, life, with our arms out wide
Oh, no (oh-oh-oh)
Oh, no (oh-oh-oh)

'Cause you know
One in a million ain't my luck
I know my stories don't line up
If you're still making up my love
There is still hope, you know

I tried
To do it right
Every time
In the night
Well, you know
Well, you know

Uh
Uh
Uh
Woah-oh, oh
Woah-oh, oh
Woah-oh, oh