| First couplet:
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| I don't care what day of the week
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| In the morning I wonder where the money went
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| Pub, bar, club and again pub, bar, club
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| Cash flew away like I blinked
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| Music knocks down, light strobes
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| Where should I put a countermark, I'm all packed
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| It's hot as if Mozambique is no less here
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| I catch glances from enviable women
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| I look at the clock, but floats in my eyes
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| Who are these people with me, why are we drinking in one gulp?
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| The crowd of people the hall is buzzing
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| I'm happy here, go home yourself
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| I climb for the DJ console pulls into creativity
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| Night like a protracted mix is unlikely to end
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| Let me come to my senses, I'll say a complete failure,
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| But today I'm in firewood
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| Chorus:
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| I'm in firewood today
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| Carnival every day
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| I care about everything
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| I'm in firewood today
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| Second couplet:
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| I don't care what time of day
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| I ordered 13 shots, they will bring them to me right now
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| The superstitious won't get it, I'll drink it all myself
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| Against my background, you can't show off in this
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| Stoned dances I cry in a fierce sleigh
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| Edvard Munch seemed to be written from me
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| Put away the phones, don't * take pictures of me
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| The next table is strewn with snow though not winter
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| In the hand a glass, weekdays bye
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| This party is waiting for a storm, glow
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| Put my cd on what the fuck flash drive
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| Will we still drink yes of course
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| Futile attempts to stand still
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| Jack is my best friend, we are always together
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| Let me come to my senses, I'll say a complete failure,
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| But today I'm in firewood
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| Chorus:
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| I'm in firewood today
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| Carnival every day
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| I care about everything
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| I'm in firewood today
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| Everything that burns to the bottom
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| Spotlights hit the lanterns on us
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| Today the thought reigns here alone
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| Everything that burns to the bottom |