| Stevey and the champagne lad
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| Malt liquor mondays in the sea of green eyes
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| In the room babe
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| Kelly turn 17
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| Christian in her Christianity
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| With Peter delta chi
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| Lame white socks pulled up you were tongue tied
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| And midnight walking down the hall
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| She took off her clothes and you cannonballed
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| The dormitory there’s a plot and a story
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| It’s been written and it has been told
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| And it’s a hundreds of thousands of year old
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| There is a punk
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| Whoa oh oh oh oh
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| And a villain
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| Whoa oh oh oh oh
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| And the winner
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| Whoa oh oh oh oh
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| You’re the villain
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| You came running through the front door
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| In the middle of the night
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| You were screaming and shouting
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| Told you turn on all the lights
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| I could tell that there were something wrong
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| Yeah there were something wrong
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| Unexplainable which didn’t quite believe
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| He thought he saw a shadow in the dark
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| madre and her dad brother and sister too
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| That looked up to Jesus like overachievers and
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| You wondering where the hell you’d ended up
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| And as a sophomore pretending to rewrite the ending
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| The rules you were bending for just the night
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| A second chance to change history
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| And say the words you left a mystery
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| He saw a shadow In the dark
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| Whoa oh oh |