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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTennis Court (Flume Remix)
Don't you think that it's boring how people talk?Making smart with their words againWell I'm boredBecause I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' itNever not chasing a million things I want'Cause I am only as young as the minute is full of itGetting pumped up from the little bright things I boughtBut I know they'll never own me(Yeah)Yeah, oh, yeahAnd talk it up like yeah (yeah)And talk it up like yeah (yeah)It looked alright in the picturesGetting caught's half of the trip though, isn't it?I fall apart, with all my heartAnd you can watch from your windowAnd talk it up like yeah (yeah)And talk it up like yeah (yeah)Pretty soon I'll be getting on my first planeI'll see the veins of my city like they do in spaceBut my head's filling up fastWith the wicked games, up in flamesHow can I fuck with the fun again, when I'm known?And my boys trip me up with their heads againLoving themEverything's cool when we're all in lineFor the throneBut I know they'll never own me(Yeah)Baby be the class clownI'll be the beauty queen in tearsIt's a new art formShowing people how little we care (yeah)We're so happyEven when we're smilin' out of fearLet's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeahAnd talk it up like yeahAnd talk it up like yeahLet's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeahAnd talk it up like yeahAnd talk it up like yeahLet's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah(Yeah)
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