| We don’t have any money
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| But we’ve got new credit cards
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| And credit turns to debt
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| And debt turns to not seeing anyone except ourselves
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| Who we no longer recognize
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| We treat ourselves like tourists in our own town
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| We’re always spending and wandering, drifting into sleep
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| And I would rather get drunk on wine, Fall on my knees
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| It is there you will see me sink
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| There ain’t nothing I’m working for
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| And I was thinking just the other day
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| What would it be like if we were anywhere else?
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| Someplace worth being someplace for good reason
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| And I would rather get drunk on wine, fall on my knees
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| It is there you will see me sink
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| There ain’t nothing I’m working for
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| There ain’t nothing I’m working for
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| And we’ll get caught in the costumes
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| That we’ve been wearing long past the Halloween season
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| Last year I went as a cleaned up me
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| And this year I’m going as a plea for rethinking
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| And I would rather get drunk on wine, fall on my knees
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| It is there you will see me sink
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| There ain’t nothing I’m working for
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| There ain’t nothing I’m working for
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| Yeah there’s nothing |