As usual I'm late, what's the difference I see the same faces
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My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is
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I'm shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I've been lately
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The tensions multiplying and I'm dying to leave
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It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
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Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling
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Week after week this is where I'm ending up
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It's Saturday night I'm already stumbling
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Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
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Third weekend in a row that we've broken up
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I'm quickly loosing interest
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I really hope I find it
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This room is like a bottle it's never full enough
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These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces
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I'm sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and I'm out of excuses
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Are you checking what you're starting, I beg your pardon
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What to do you got up your sleeve
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The queen of melodrama and I'm dying to leave
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I got dem disease of overanylization
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It's making hard to hold a conversation
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People step, expecting proclamations
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But I'm saying it, but I'm saying it with an exclamation
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This ain't my scene and it's Saturday night
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I'm going to the reggae bar they got it going on
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Don't believe rumors you've heard
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Till you see me dropping the word, right
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It's Saturday night and the bottles calling
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Saturday Night
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Lucky Boys Confusion |