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Pick up the phone I know you're there |
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It's almost closing time |
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& we can toss down one more shot |
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before last call |
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are you ok? |
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I swear to God |
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I gotta get out of this house |
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I miss the days when I'd just |
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not come home at all.. |
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so, don't you cry, it'll give you lines |
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around your eyes |
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you gotta try not to live so much of |
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life alone. |
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& if I see you getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle |
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take me home, take me home, I'll take |
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you home |
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remember when we used to stumble |
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down the boulevard |
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from bar to bar until we couldn't stagger straight |
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it seemed like we would live forever, |
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life was not this hard |
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no we felt nothing much at all but it felt |
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great |
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so, don't you cry it'll give you lines |
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around your eyes |
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you gotta try not to live so much of |
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life alone |
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& if I see you getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle, |
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take you home, I'll take you home, I'll |
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take you home. |
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Things get better everyday you stay alive |
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then I'm amazed |
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every day |
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that the sun decides to rise |
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every minute, every hour, is another |
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chance to change |
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life is beautiful & terrible & strange. |
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so don't you cry, it'll give you lines around |
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your eyes |
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you gotta try not to live so much of life alone |
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& if i see you getting crazy by the bottom |
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of the bottle, |
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take you home, I'll take you home, I'll take you home. |
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now don't you cry, it'll give you lines around |
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your eyes |
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you gotta try not to live so much of life alone |
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& if you see me getting crazy by the bottom of the bottle, |
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take me home, take me home, take me home. |
