| Being sad’s so boring
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| I’m taking a vacation
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| I’m driving down to see my old friends tonight
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| Let’s spend the week with rosy cheeks
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| And crush the grapes beneath our feet
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| And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes
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| Like a heartbroken Bacchus
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| (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I miss those good old boys
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| They could still find joy in life to talk about
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| So leave that girl behind you
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| Or whatever it is that’s got you
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| We’ve still got time for one more drink tonight
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| Think what the others would say
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| If they saw you in the bathroom
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| Kicking the stall door
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| They’d say get out of your head for a while
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| Jump into mine
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| Leave it on repeat and it says
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| And if I’d been a parrot I’d have been a very good parrot
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| And if I’d been a parent I’d have been my own parents
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| And if that’s not apparent then it will be soon
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| I miss those good old boys
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| They could still find joy in life to talk about
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| I miss you
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| (I don’t have any hope left, but the weather is nice)
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| If you’re trying to live, you have to own what you do
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| If you’re trying to live, you have to own what you do
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| Oh Jesus Christ I, I wish I could talk like that
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| But such is my place in life
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| I don’t have
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| I don’t have any hope
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| I don’t have any hope left, but the weather is nice
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| I miss you |