| I walk in on Friday nights
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| Same old bar, same burned out lights
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| Same people and all the same faces
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| So why in the hell does it feel like a different place?
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| Meet my friends for a girls' night out
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| Seems there ain’t much to talk about
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| Same drinks that we’re all raising
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| But all of the toasts just don’t feel the same
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| We used to be the life of the party
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| We used to be the ones that they wished they were
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| But now it’s like they don’t know how to act
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| Maybe they’re like me and they want us back
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| It’s like there’s always an empty space
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| Those memories that nobody can erase
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| Of how bright we burned
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| Well now it hurts, but it’s true
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| When they think of me, they think of you
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| They keep asking how I am
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| But they’re really asking where you’ve been
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| I can read between all of the lines
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| It ain’t just us missing all of the times
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| We were the life of the party
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| We used to be the ones that they wished they were
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| But now it’s like they don’t know how to act
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| Maybe they’re like me and they want us back
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| It’s like there’s always an empty space
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| Those memories that nobody can erase
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| Of how bright we burned
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| Well now it hurts, but it’s true
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| When they think of me, they think of you
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| Ain’t it funny how a flame like that
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| Oh whoa, when they think of you
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| It can burn when it’s in the past
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| We used to be the life of the party
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| We used to be the ones that they wished they were
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| But now it’s like they don’t know how to act
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| Maybe they’re like me and they want us back
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| It’s like there’s always an empty space
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| Those memories that nobody can erase
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| Of how bright we burned
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| Well now it hurts, but it’s true
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| When they think of me, they think of you
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| Oh, they think of you
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| When they think of me
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| Baby, baby, oh
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| When they think of me, they think of you |