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She love to party every weekend
'Cause she don't want to feel it
Since seventeen, been on her own
Don't hit my line, don't call my phone
She party every weekend
Making friends with all the demons
Cause she was never enough
Her parents fell out of love
The poison sweet to her tongue
She find relief in the touch
It's the same sad story
For everybody, put your hands up for me
It's the same sad story
For everybody, put your hands up for me
You're not alone
(Yeah, you're not alone)
(Yeah, you're not alone)
I love to party every weekend
I'm too far off in the deep end
And baby it's not secret, peep this
Everytime I drink this
Then I hit the ground running, running from my demons
I'm way too gone to let things go
And my friends are the same
And it's all they know
And everytime, short supply
Hit the plug on the low
Thought she was mine
No surprise, they always leave though
It's the same sad story
For everybody, put your hands up for me
It's the same sad story
For everybody, put your hands up for me
You're not alone
(Yeah, you're not alone)
(Yeah, you're not alone)
(Yeah, you're not alone)