Please do not follow where I am leading
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Someone must clear these things away
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Here in the burnt out husk of the morning
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Struck out with nothing left to say
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Yeah this was one hell of a party
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Nobody ever got to bed
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But the morning after's killing me
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And I have to rest my head
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And just where were we trying to get to
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I can't recall one single word
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And the faces that pushed themselves before you
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Congeal into one, nothing transferred
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This was one hell of a party
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And it's still living in my head
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But the morning after shines so cold
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So follow where I live
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This was one hell of a party
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Nobody got to go to bed
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Let's face it now, it's over
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But this morning after's killing me
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Hell Of A Party
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