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That's why I'm afraid of the daylight\n  I just think it's not right\n  Guess that makes me uptight\n  And there's a long queue\n  Only going 'cause I felt I should do\n  Have I grown cold?\n  Seven quid a pint, yeah, that's a rip-off\n  God, I feel old\n  Twenty-four, complaining it's a shithole\n  It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light, so I'm on the bus home\n  I resist the pressure, not losing my tether, just don't wanna be there\n  It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe, so I'm on the bus home\n  Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home, don't mind being all alone\n  S-H-I-T-hole\n  Now I'm on the bus home, oh, it's going so fast\n  My phone's blowing up, friends are tryin' to get me back\n  But it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate\n  What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say\n  I don't feel old\n  Twenty-four, complaining 'bout the FOMO\n  Back into the strobe light\n  Come on, you can tell me, am I uptight?\n  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Have I grown cold\n[01:15.61] Seven quid a pint yeah that's a rip off\n[01:20.61] God I feel old\n[01:22.92] Twenty four complaining it's a shithole\n[01:42.04] It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light\n[01:46.29] So I'm on the bus home\n[01:49.58] I resist the pressure, not losing my tether\n[01:53.57] Just don't want to be there\n[01:56.95] It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe\n[02:00.81] So I'm on the bus home\n[02:04.53] Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home\n[02:08.24] Don't mind being all alone\n[02:11.37] S-H-I-T hole\n[02:20.39] Now I'm on the bus home, oh its going so fast\n[02:23.78] My phone's blowing up, friends are trying to get me back\n[02:27.41] Oh it's getting so late, now I start to contemplate\n[02:31.19] What everyone is gonna say, what everyone is gonna say\n[02:34.76] God I feel old\n[02:36.65] Twenty four complaining 'bout the FOMO\n[02:41.59] Back into the strobe light\n[02:44.20] Come on you can tell me\n[02:45.73] Am I uptight?\n[03:05.21] It's only fucking midnight, only selling Bud Light\n[03:09.26] So I'm on the bus home\n[03:13.20] I resist the pressure, not losing my tether\n[03:16.87] Just don't want to be there\n[03:20.29] It's only fucking midnight, they're all out of Red Stripe\n[03:23.84] So I'm on the bus home\n[03:27.80] Feel the pressure take hold, nearly halfway back home\n[03:31.21] Don't mind being all alone\n[03:34.50] S-H-I-T hole\n[03:41.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uptight\n  artist: Home Counties\n  album: Uptight (Stripped Back)\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Strobe light\n  start_ms: 14980\n  end_ms: 17020\n- text: I find that LEDs are too bright\n  start_ms: 17020\n  end_ms: 21270\n- text: Does that make me uptight?\n  start_ms: 21270\n  end_ms: 24160\n- text: Not liking messing with the strobe light\n  start_ms: 24160\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: Being seen in plain sight\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 31720\n- text: 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