| We were only supposed to go out for the night,
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| But it’s been a few hours now since it got light —
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| We’re a mess, and the worst part is we couldn’t care less.
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| There’s water in the ash-tray and ash in the sink,
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| The carpet’s mostly soaking, but there’s nothing to drink —
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| We’re a state, and we’re starting to regret staying awake.
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| And I’ll pay for my sins when I get paid,
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| I’ll stop talking to girls when I get laid.
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| I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed.
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| But then I never was the clever one.
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| We were only supposed to go out for the night,
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| I did my best to go home but in the end I lost the fight with myself —
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| To be honest I was hoping I’d go home with someone else.
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| And right about now I should be starting my day,
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| But instead I am sat here downing the dregs of yesterday,
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| All the while trying to prop up both ends of my smile.
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| And I’ll pay for my sins when I get paid,
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| I’ll stop talking to girls when I get laid.
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| I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed.
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| But then I never was the clever one,
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| But always the one to not see that I’m done and
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| I need to go home and get to sleep,
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| Always the last to see the moment has passed and
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| I need to admit my defeat.
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| And I’m lonely — there, I said it.
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| I’m lonely, but it’s hard to admit it
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| When everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time and you’re not.
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| So we were only supposed to go out for the night…
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| But who am I kidding? |
| Try as I might I can’t stop
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| Until I’ve squeezed out every last drop.
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| And I’ll pay for my sins when I get paid
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| But I don’t have a penny to my name.
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| I’ll stop talking to girls when I get laid
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| But I haven’t had a shower for days.
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| I should’ve gone home when I could but I stayed,
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| And so I stay up alone,
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| And set off on my own
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| To the station where I catch the first train. |