Two miles from the hotel, eight hundred from home
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We're forced to call on all we know
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But all we know's a joke
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The van just started shaking, coughing out black smoke
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We're pulling off in a parking lot cause this might just explode
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Cause it's New Year's Eve and four degrees
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We're stranded, hopeless
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I just want some sleep
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Drew's too busy sexting with some girl he met last show
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Tripping balls from the soft effects of a Nyquil overdose
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Nobody's been asking how we're gonna get home
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Cause we all know
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We'll deal with it tomorrow
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Yeah, we know
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It's gonna be our year, boys
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I'd speak up
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But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me
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And we'll wait and see
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With some luck and patching up
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I think I'll be home this week
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We'll deal with it our own way
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And we'll stay, and we'll wait,
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And we'll wake in this awkward mess we made
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A landscape forged from pizza crust
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And what's left of a case
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We'll make friends in every state
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Like the cops in the parking lot
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Or staff of Steak'N'Shake
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It's gonna be our year, boys
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I'd speak up
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But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me
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And we'll wait and see
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With some luck and patching up
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I think I'll be home this week
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But I'm too tired to speak
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I'll say, "Hey man, I'll see you in Cleveland"
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Someone go tell the universe we're not concerned
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We know that it's out to get us
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But we'll never learn
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So if you're thinking you just got the best of me
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Man, we don't go down that easy
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It's gonna be our year, boys
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I'd speak up
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But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me
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And we'll wait and see
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With some luck and patching up
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I think I'll be home this week
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New Years With Carl Weathers
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| The Wonder Years |
