| While you party 'til curfew
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| I’ll sit and think about you
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| I’m begging come home soon
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| Come home soon
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| Turn that bottle upside down
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| You know I won’t be around to witness you
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| Search for your pride on the ground
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| Turn that bottle upside down
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| You know I won’t be around to witness you
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| Search for your pride on the ground
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| And I’ve got this sickening feeling
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| You’re as high as the ceiling
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| And I can’t stop thinking that this is my fault
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| Turn that bottle upside down
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| You know I won’t be around to witness you
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| Search for your pride on the ground
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| Turn that bottle upside down
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| You know I won’t be around to witness you
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| Search for your pride on the ground
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| Search for your pride on the ground
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| There’s no way that I can walk back through my hallway
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| Because your footprints haunt this whole place
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| There’s no way that I can say, that I don’t hate you
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| But I hate what you’ve become |