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I'm working, I sweat, but it's all good. I'm breaking my back but it's all good. 'Cause I know I'll get it back. Yeah, I know your hands will clap.
It's like this lump in my stomach. That grows when you tell me about your perfect life. How you kiss pretty boys, dances 'til 6 am in the clubs, laugh at trams with your best friend. When you call me in the middle of my boring day and tell me that you have been discovered by a model-agent. I don't want to be mad at you, 'cause you're one of my best friends and you deserve to be happy. But at the same time I can't ignore how jealous I am. You are perfect. And you don't seem to understand it yourself. Maybe that's it what makes me so mad?
It's like this lump in my stomach. That grows when you tell me about your perfect life. How you kiss pretty boys, dances 'til 6 am in the clubs, laugh at trams with your best friend. When you call me in the middle of my boring day and tell me that you have been discovered by a model-agent. I don't want to be mad at you, 'cause you're one of my best friends and you deserve to be happy. But at the same time I can't ignore how jealous I am. You are perfect. And you don't seem to understand it yourself. Maybe that's it what makes me so mad?
