| Friday night, the party’s alright
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| But no one really gives a fuck if I don’t end up showing up tonight
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| And I gotta say, that this week, has got me beat baby
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| How come everything important, only happens when I’m dormant?
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| Why does everything that’s neat only happen when I sleep?
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| I’m at home in my bed alone
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| Thinking who’s the one that’s gonna take you home
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| Singing baby it’s okay
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| It happens every day
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| Now I’m all for getting fucked up in a field
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| But there’s just one issue; |
| no walls to sink my roots into
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| And you say your fucking love is real
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| Yet I always catch you falling back
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| On hockey boys in baseball caps
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| With shit for brains it’s a constant train of spitting, dip, and taking names
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| But oh I’m still safe in my sheets
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| Wondering why everything important only happens when I’m dormant?
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| Why does everything that’s neat only happen when I sleep?
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| What’s it mean?
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| I’m at home in my bed alone, thinking who’s the one that’s gonna take you home
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| Singing baby it’s okay
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| It happens every day
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| Eyes that conspire, do no wrong
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| They just stare too long
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| As the knees, above my feet
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| Start to crease in my moment of clarity
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| For now I see
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| That a pirate’s life’s the life for me
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| Yeah a pirate’s life’s the life for me
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| Yeah a pirate’s life’s the life for me
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| She said «What's it mean to be nineteen»
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| I said sail the seas — all seven clean
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| Yeah a pirate’s life’s the life for me
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| Yeah a pirate’s life’s the life for me
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| Short and sweet
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| You and me
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| You and me live defeated till our feet hit the sand, top the tide,
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| to the wind screaming fuck the dry land can’t be beat
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| Oh just you and me |