It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle,
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I can't even fall in love at happy hour
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I think I'll go home and dream about the nightmares that could be,
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Like all my friends turning into my enemies
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You're good at pushing me out
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You're good at pushing me out
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You're good at pushing me out
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You're good at pushing me
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Late that night I am awakened by the Banshee's cry,
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and I am much too scared to get a drink,
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I see the rusty swing set blow from generations long ago,
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under moonlight the plow is standed by the powers of your name,
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You're good at pushing me out,
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You're good at pushing me out
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You're good at pushing me:
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The farmer's daughter raises hell when I try to kiss her,
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Screaming "Daddies" now I run,
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Here's to sickle swinging fun,
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You're good at pushing me out
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Rock N Roll
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| Lovedrug |
