Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine,
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But straight from the bottle might save me a little time
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I don't need no chaser, baby, I don't need no lime
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Are you there JosAⓒ?
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Is there no reason to your rhyme?
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Don't let this night ever end
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Don't let this bottle run dry
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Don't let this room spin around my head
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'Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four -
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We haven't had enough until we've had a little more
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It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 -
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We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor
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Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonight
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Maybe I got married, maybe I got in a fight
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But I saw the devil in a flashing neon light
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He said, "You'll be fine as long as you stick with me tonight,"
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So, don't let this night ever end
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Don't let this bottle run dry
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Don't let this room spin around my head
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'Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four -
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We haven't had enough until we've had a little more
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It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 -
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I think I'm watching television, I'm not really sure
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It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four -
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My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore
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It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 -
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We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor
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In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair,
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Through highly impaired double-vision, I thought, but wasn't sure,
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That I saw you seated alone across a crowded room.
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And as I approached what I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world,
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Looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, I realized
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It was not you, but actually a large cardboard cut-out of Joe Camel holding a surfboard.
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And I was ashamed.
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Don't let this night ever end
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Don't let this bottle run dry
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Don't let this room spin around my head
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'Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four -
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We haven't had enough until we've had a little more
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It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 -
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I think I'm watching television, I'm not really sure
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It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four -
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My stingin' ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore
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It's 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 -
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We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor
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Sleeping On The Floor
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| The Pink Spiders |
