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Little white lies, faking all kinds of surprises at people talking I want to be polite by acting so delighted when they're calling Stare Spaghetti Western eyes, a rare Kurosawa smile, falling For that heavenly sigh, feels good on the outside, but one thing haunts me I've a fear of missing out Part of the crowd But I like staying at home And I like being alone Cointreau lemon and ice, find some peace through dead of night, then it's early Spend too much time inside things starts messing with your mind and I'm still searching Curtains block out the light as I tango with this tiredness, other worldly Visions fill my sight, there's a figure to my right and he tells me I'm the fear of missing out New kid in town So I stepped into your home I'm so scared of being alone You've a thing to figure out Just ask yourself Why do you like staying at home When you'll always be alone That's why I've a fear of missing out Part of the crowd But I like staying at home And I like being alone But when I try to stay at home I don't like being alone