Phobia

I love the night, but not the stars
 The fame suckers in their block-long cars
 I fucking hate the internet
 Five-star hotel, and I don't feel well
 I lost a night or maybe two
 I think I'll cancel the honeymoon
 I fucking hate the internet
 Five-star hotel, I don't feel well
 And I could use some healing soon
 
 Before I lose all feeling soon
 
 It may be rage or maybe hope
 I'm at the stage that I fear the most
 I wanna know your phobia
 Go on, press send, and we can make friends
 I crossed a line a life ago
 I might be dead, but I just don't know
 I'm shutting down the internet
 Big shot hotel, I don't feel well
 And I could use some healing soon
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 Before I lose all feeling soon
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 I get some pills, but not some help
 From love junkies in their private hell
 I wanna know euphoria
 Green light, red wine, and I don't feel fine
 I lost a life a line ago
 You might be here, but I just don't know
 This used to be the internet
 Fat cat hotel, I don't feel well
 And I could use some healing soon
 Before I lose all feeling soon
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 Whoa, I get the rage, so live in hope
 I'm on a stage and I just can't cope
 You'll see this on the internet
 Go on, press like and make my clicks spike
 I lost the plot or maybe two
 Remind me, who the fuck are you?
 Why don't we hit the minibar?
 Five-star hotel, I don't feel well
 And I could use some healing soon
 Before I lose all feeling soon