There was a blackout in my heart in the summer of '03
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I was walking over bridges
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Tryin' to find my way to me
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When the problem was restored
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I can't describe the damage done
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This would be the first time
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And no it wasn't fun
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All these aging hipsters with another axe to grind
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So put me on the battle field
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Where hardcore goes to die
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Can I get a hell yeah
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(If you're as lost as I am)
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Yeah dawg
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(If you hate that expression)
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Doggin' on others is now my profession
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Since you blew the lights out in my heart
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I'm feeling kinda bored so let's go charge up the car
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Let's all put on those trucker hats
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And head out to a bar
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We'll end up in the standard in the bathroom
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Don't coke this is very Hollywood
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And yeah I get the joke
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Everything tastes better
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When the novacaine sets in
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So have a second helping of the ones you call your friends
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Can I get a hell yeah
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(If you're as lost as I am)
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Yeah dawg
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(If you hate that expression)
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Doggin' on others is now my profession
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Since you blew the lights out in my heart
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Why don't ya all f-f-f-fade away
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Vodka rhymes with lotsa
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Bourbon rhymes with hurtin'
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These are things I'm gonna feel
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This much I know is certain
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Can I get a hell yeah
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(If you're as lost as I am)
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Yeah dawg
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(If you hate that expression)
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Doggin' on others is now my profession
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Since you blew the lights out in my heart
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Lights Out
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| Butch Walker |
