| Punching out and closing up
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| Let’s run amok the eve
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| Pour some cups, but they won’t shut up
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| So there’s piss in their Listerine
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| And now we’ve gotta leave
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| Punching out and closing up
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| We’ll all meet at the park
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| Boombox blast and shattered glass
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| Sound out in the dark
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| Then someone’s gotta start
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| Punching out and closing up
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| We’ll hang out just for a few
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| Bored or boring, no one’s out
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| There’s nothing else to do
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| And everything’s old news
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| Hit the sheets; |
| hate the spins
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| Tomorrow, I’ll wake up again
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| Today was such a sight
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| For bloody red eyes |