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We drive all night through rain |
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We drive a van that's plain |
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You'll never believe who's in it |
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We come from miles afar |
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We hang in smokey bars |
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17th smoke is in it |
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Big boobs and balls-out crowds |
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Your sister's screaming loud |
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Movin' her pelvis to it |
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We're shouting on the stage |
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Expelling senseless rage |
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The taxi'll take you to it |
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My hands are feeling skinned |
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I want to be let in |
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Heard some good things about it |
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Our buzz won't let us be |
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We've got to be set free |
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Kickin the bass'll do it |
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A beer bong set you straight |
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My stomach's so irate |
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B-linen for the toilet |
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Come back a brand new soul |
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Stuffin' a different hole |
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Partyin' peeps'll do it |
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The beat is kickin in |
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We've got a second wind |
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Stuffin z-nose with bullet |
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Although it's getting late |
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There's something on your plate |
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The waitress'll bring you to it |