| I remember well the smell of tequila
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| One bed, one bath, two months with Steph
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| Drinkin' up the sunrise
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| Then sleep till eight at night
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| I had a ten day birthday till Thanksgiving
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| We burnt the bird and hit the road
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| Blur in stereo, sonic bookmarks and bad scenes
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| But not a dull moment, I barely miss living in Los Angeles
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| Only took a week to start the warfare
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| Eccentric neighbors on welfare
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| The turntable spun to the beat of pounding on the walls
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| We’d sink another drink with Billy Idol
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| Have sloppy sex on the living room floor
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| A whirlwind of simple pleasure principal
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| Principles are gone
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| It’s not a dull moment
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| I barely miss living in that selfish bliss with Steph
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| And I always have the past to be warned
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| And I always knew the last laugh was more
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| And I can taste the gold ring tarnish in my mouth
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| And I need a drink to wash it out
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| It’s not a dull moment
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| I barely miss living in that state of filth
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| So I cleaned the yard, the yard, the yard
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| Mow the lawn, scrub the stained rug
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| So what? |
| It’s safe and sound I have found |