| We walked a little drunk two sides to a tune
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| Three flights of stairs never felt so good
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| So we carried on, so we carried on
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| You’re under 21 like the barrel of a gun
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| Your mouth is full of words
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| You’ve clipped my hand with a bang bang
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| I’ve been dragging on
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| Livin' in a competitors home
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| Pressing my lips to you
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| Want her to consider the view
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| Put away all your good words
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| Decorating something you’ve heard
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| Too many rooms lived in sin
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| I heard the army again and again
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| The photo was precise, but none of it was right
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| I’m so unfit like a pig in shit
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| I feel at home at times
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| Seeing that I’ve walked too far
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| I’ve come too fast I’ve shown you all a blast
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| And now I’m somebody’s fault
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| You’re somebody’s fault,
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| You’re somebody’s reason too
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| Put away all your good words
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| Decorating something you’ve heard
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| Too many rooms lived in sin
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| I heard the army again and again
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| I’ve been dragging on
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| Livin' in a competitors home
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| Pressing my lips to you
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| Want her to consider the view
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| I’ve been dragging on
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| Livin' in a competitors home
|
| Pressing my lips to you
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| Want her to consider the view
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| Put away all your good words
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| Decorating something you’ve heard
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| Too many rooms lived in sin
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| I heard the army again and again
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| And when she was gone
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| It’s just as they say she was gone
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| Although you are persistent
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| Your arms don’t give much lifting |