Brown paper bags metal cans.
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Sixty degrees Fahrenheit.
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We can't see the stars tonight
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'cause apartments generate ambient light
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And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.
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Hours later we're getting there
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Meters away from the shore
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My forty of Corona is just
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drops away from being kicked
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And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.
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When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
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in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
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and you came home at six in the morning
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after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
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I thought that we'd never grow up.
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I thought that we'd never grow up.
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Now all my friends rise at eight.
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They go to sleep before midnight.
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And I just wanna drink 'til three
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Embarrassing myself publicly.
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And you all used to be just like me
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You fuckers used to be just like me.
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So now I sit and stew alone.
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Everyone's already sleeping.
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Everybody's moved away
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and can pay their bills on time.
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No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
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God I hate this fucking place.
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God I hate what happened to me.
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You promised we'd stay best of friends.
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But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.
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And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
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that I don't know what I can do.
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I can't breathe correctly and
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I can't sleep or anything and
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I can't think of anything I can't think of anything.
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Now every night is miserable.
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So sad I can't even get drunk.
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So let's go out just one last time.
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Let's finish off a box of wine.
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Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
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Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
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I'll make you party at my funeral
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'Cause mourning is for suckers.
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I'll rent a ferris wheel and
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cotton candy machine and have open bar
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with all the Pabst that you can drink
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the PA blasting my Clash records.
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You'll finally know that life's okay
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Even when bad things happen.
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So just one more beer, then grow up.
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So just one more beer, then grow up.
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So just one more beer.
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Go to work.
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Pay your bills.
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Eat a dick.
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One more beer, THEN grow up.
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Stand There Until You're Sober
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Bomb The Music Industry! |