She's a pretty girl. She's always falling down.
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And I think I just fell in love with her,
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But she won't ever remember, remember.
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And I can always find her at the bottom of a plastic cup.
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Drowning in drunk sincerity.
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A sad and lonely girl.
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Quit crying your eyes out.
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Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
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Isn't there something familiar about me?
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The past is only the future with the lights on.
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Quit crying your eyes out, Baby.
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And she said,
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I think we're running out of alcohol. Tonight, I hate this fucking town.
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And all my best friends will be the death of me,
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But they won't ever remember, remember.
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So please take me far away, before I melt into the ground.
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And all my words get used against me.
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This sad and lonely girl.
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Quit crying your eyes out.
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Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
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Isn't there something familiar about me?
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The past is only the future with the lights on.
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Quit crying your eyes out, Baby.
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Quit crying your eyes out.
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Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
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Isn't there something familiar about me?
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The past is only the future with the lights on.
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Quit crying your eyes out.
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Isn't there something familiar about me?
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Quit crying your eyes out.
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The past is only the future with the lights on.
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So quit crying your eyes out, Baby.
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Baby, Come On
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