| My friends are all smart, and we really do work hard
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| We don’t take any shit, but we talk a lot of it
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| Hey, yeah, sometimes we have the best intentions
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| Some nights I wish I had some more convictions
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| My nights get filled with lots of conversation
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| In random spots, in random situations
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| We made the best of all the picture perfect nights
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| We’ve been the worst, hanging out and starting fights
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| We sang it better than them
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| And we came, we saw, and I bloodied my hands
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| And I sang so much that I lost my voice
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| And I emptied my thoughts, and you never seemed annoyed
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| Woke up feeling better, but that wasn’t hard
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| I spent last night in the back of my car
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| I don’t even know where to start
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| But these stories we tell make sure we’re never apart
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| It’s nights I feel like maybe we’re fine
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| We sang it better than them
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| And I came, and I saw, and I know that this place has changed
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| So much that I filled that void
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| And we sat in my room and fell asleep to the TV noise
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| Woke up feeling better, but that wasn’t hard
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| I spent last night in the back of my car
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| I don’t even know where to start
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| But these stories we tell make sure we’re never apart
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| It’s nights I feel like maybe we’re fine |