| I don’t care who you’ve been sleeping with these days, you’re out of my hair
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| It’s growing just above my smiling face that I wear
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| Every night, I drink myself to sleep
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| I’m not thinking about you, not thinking about anything, at all
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| I don’t care who you’ve been dining with these days, it’s more than fair
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| Much rather be drinking anyways, with my friend Peter
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| Who lives so fucking far away, yet not as far as you
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| Even though you live right down my fucking street
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| And I’m tired of sleeping with myself
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| I’m tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
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| I’m tired of lying about not thinking of you
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| Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do
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| I don’t care who you’ve been kissing on these days, it’s out of my hands
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| And in my mouth with such a pleasant taste, I need a beer
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| To wash it all away without a trace
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| And then I’ll drink 23 more to wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face
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| I’m tired of sleeping with myself
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| I’m tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help
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| I’m tired of lying about not thinking of you
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| Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do |