| Rise and shine, get out of bed
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| Get ready for the day
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| Get a coffee from the deli
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| And walk the riverbank
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| Be careful with your headphones on
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| When you cross the FDR
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| Don’t want to be a casualty
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| Before you make it to the bar
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| And hide your shakes, and worried face
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| Just sit down in the back
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| Your friends got there ahead of you
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| And night is falling fast
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| Oh, you know you shouldn’t say it
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| So you’re thinking it out loud
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| Some things we lost are never to be found
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| But if you’re gonna talk like that
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| At least buy another round
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| And we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out
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| This world is made of blinking lights
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| They’re changing all the time
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| But depending who you’re talking to
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| It’s likely to be fine
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| I watched you go from bad to worse
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| The blues is here to stay
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| But sometimes it’s the simple things that make it all okay
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| Oh, you don’t have to lie, say you’re alright
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| We’re just happy that you’re here
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| But if you yell and tell me to go to hell
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| Well at least you’d sound sincere
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| Oh, you know it’s all a spectacle
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| When you go to take a bow
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| You always did get nervous in a crowd
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| But if you need some company
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| I’ll gladly stick around
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| And we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out
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| Let’s get enabled
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| Great minds, they think alike
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| I never was a good judge of when to call it a night
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| Oh, you don’t have to say it
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| So you’re thinking it out loud
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| Some things go south and they never turn around
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| But if you want a confidant
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| I’d never let you down
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| Oh, we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out
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| Yes, we can keep drinking till St. Dymphna kicks us out |