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Page 6 of the metro
That nobody reads because paper’s so retro
I overheard whispers
Don’t think that George Michael would say to his sisters
I don’t really care what no one says about me
‘Cause all these sticks and stones ain’t gon’ bring me to my knees
Yeah
Page 6 of the metro
That nobody reads because paper’s so retro

Try to make sense of all this mess in my head
Put it together but it looks like mayhem
I just play it cool like I know what to do
But I’m still
Tryna make sense of all this mess in my head

Rye lane’s where I’d go to
To talk to my friend about what we should both do
We’d say haven’t they got bad taste
But it’s just a joke and I don’t mean it that way
I don’t really care what no one says about me
‘Cause I guess I’m getting by but by the skin of my teeth
Yeah
Now he doesn’t stay there
He lives in a terrace a stone’s throw from Mayfair

Try to make sense of all this mess in my head
Put it together but it looks like mayhem
I just play it cool like I know what to do
But I’m still
Tryna make sense of all this mess in my head

Page 6 of the metro
That nobody reads because paper’s so retro