Well it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight
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I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
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Oh
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That shit makes me bat shit crazy
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We've got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out
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We're going off tonight
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To kick out every light
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To get anything that we want
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To drink everything in sight
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We're going till the world stops turning
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While we burn it to the ground tonight
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Oh
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We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
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I got a fist full of fifties, the tequila just hit me
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Oh
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We got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit faced
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We got it lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown
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We're going off tonight
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To kick out every light
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To get anything that we want
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To drink everything in sight
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We're going till the world stops turning
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While we burn it to the ground tonight
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Oh
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Ticking like a time bomb, drinking till the nights gone
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Well get you hands off of this glass, last call my ass
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Well no chain, no lock, and this train won't stop
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We got no friend, no tab, all in balls out
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We're going off tonight
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To kick out every light
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To get anything that we want
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To drink everything in sight
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We're going till the world stops turning
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While we burn it to the ground tonight
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Oh
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We're going off tonight
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To kick out every light
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To get anything that we want
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To drink everything in sight
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We're going till the world stops turning
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While we burn it to the ground tonight
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Burn It To The Ground (Album Version)
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| Nickelback |
