Ah, what was the question
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Oh yeah, momento mori
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It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die
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It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct
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But it means don't hang yourself on a material life
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But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day
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Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways
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Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play
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If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie
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I've got nothing in my life away from the studio
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So when I'm loose I end up consuming dough
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Memento mori, memento mori
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It's latin and it says we must all die
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I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
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So I buy buy buy buy buy buy
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If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia
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Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another
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Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper
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Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober
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Change my mind and fly back into vegas
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Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels
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Frame the ferrari through the day with the mayhem
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Just to forget about the race in my head
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I don't really care about the luck and the look
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But driving a ferrarri is fucking book
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Memento mori, memento mori
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It's latin and it says we must all die
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I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
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So I buy buy buy buy buy buy
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I think if I could see me now from my growing past
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I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash
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I reckon from the threadsI think all I think's about cash
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But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash
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It's like people don't know the eighties started
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My car just keeps carding with the card machine
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You don't regard the old you, driving a ferrarri
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Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed
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I never think about money
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In fact I have no idea how much money I have
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Memento mori, memento mori
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It's latin and it says we must all die
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I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
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So I buy buy buy buy buy buy
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Chilly 'n carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair
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But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair
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But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair
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Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair
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Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores
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I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks
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But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks
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I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor
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Memento Mori
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