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We had a dog named Bocephus livin in the front yard |
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He liked sleeping out on top of the car |
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He drank beer out of the mason jar |
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And he climb up on everyone in bed |
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A white frame house in a college town |
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A bunch of people always hangin' around |
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No real problems we needed to drown |
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But we tried our best anyway |
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We went to class just to pass the time |
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Back in '89 |
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We had a keg in the closet |
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Pizza on the floor |
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Left over from the night before |
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Where we were going we didn't really care |
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We had all we ever wanted |
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In that keg in the closet |
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This ol' guitar taught me how to score |
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Right there on that Lambda Chi porch |
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Mary Ann taught me a little more |
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About wanting what you can't have |
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Sweatshirts and flag football |
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Spring breaks down in Panama |
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For a while we had it all |
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We never dreamed it wouldn't last |
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We went to class just to pass the time |
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Back in '89 |
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We had a keg in the closet |
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Pizza on the floor |
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Left over from the night before |
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Where we were going we didn't really care |
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We had all we ever wanted |
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In that keg in the closet |
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We all kinda went our separate ways |
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But I swear it seems like yesterday |
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Keg in the closet |
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Pizza on the floor |
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Left over from the night before |
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Where we were going we didn't really care |
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We had all we ever wanted |
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In that keg in the closet |
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Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm |
