I remember well the smell of tequila
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One bed, one bath, two months with Steph
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Drinkin' up the sunrise
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Then sleep till eight at night
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I had a ten day birthday till Thanksgiving
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We burnt the bird and hit the road
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Blur in stereo, sonic bookmarks and bad scenes
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But not a dull moment, I barely miss living in Los Angeles
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Only took a week to start the warfare
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Eccentric neighbors on welfare
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The turntable spun to the beat of pounding on the walls
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We'd sink another drink with Billy Idol
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Have sloppy sex on the living room floor
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A whirlwind of simple pleasure principal
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Principles are gone
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It's not a dull moment
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I barely miss living in that selfish bliss with Steph
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And I always have the past to be warned
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And I always knew the last laugh was more
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And I can taste the gold ring tarnish in my mouth
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And I need a drink to wash it out
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It's not a dull moment
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I barely miss living in that state of filth
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So I cleaned the yard, the yard, the yard
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Mow the lawn, scrub the stained rug
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So what? It's safe and sound I have found
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Not A Dull Moment
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| Bad Astronaut |
