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Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace |
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I don't remember where |
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Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home |
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I grab my keys and a beer |
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The cops they took my license away |
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But I got my car out of impound today |
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And I've been drunk since last Saturday |
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You'd better stay outta my way |
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I drink and drive |
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Feel so alive |
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I'll never take that dive |
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Feel so alive |
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I'm doin' ninety-five |
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I drink and drive |
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I feel so alive |
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I drink and drive |
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Early morning and the freeway's deserted |
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Like it's all mine |
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I'm trying to set a new driving speed record |
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But I can't drive a straight line |
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Flashing lights |
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Split the night |
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I'm tossing bottles as I swerve to the right |
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Now I've slammed my face into the back of a big-rig |
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At least you'll never catch me you fucking pigs |
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Designate someone other than me |
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I'm so drunk I can hardly see |
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Another shot of jagger and I turn the key |
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I got so many places to be |
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When I'm on a binge, my friends all cringe |
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They won't drive at night |
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Cause down at the freeway it's such a fright |
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But I think I drive alright |
