| Well the bartender’s friend sold us something
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| I think was probably coriander
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| Fourth quarter
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| Hail Mary
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| Wide receiver
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| Hail Caesar
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| The guy we’ve been waiting for
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| Came up from the catacombs
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| Walked into the bathroom
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| Put it under the trashcan
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| And I went in after
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| Do you even remember?
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| They used to call us Junebug and Jester
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| They used to call us Jester and June
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| We used to have our own tune
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| We used to sing it in church
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| And then it got worse
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| We put too much faith
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| Gave too much cash
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| To that one creepy kid at the car wash
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| He said he could make a few calls
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| But I don’t think he made any calls
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| Well we probably should have tried the guy with the Dracula cape
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| Because other than the cape he was cool
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| He had that wild kind of sadness
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| Like he knew something important
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| I wonder if he even remembers
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| They used to call us Junebug and Jester
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| They used to call us Jester and June
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| We were laughing at jokes
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| Laughing at jokes
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| Smiling in the smoke
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| They used to call us Junebug and Jester
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| We would drink and fall in love
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| Drink and fall in love
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| Fall around the clubs
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| They used to call us Jester and June
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| We used to know all the tunes
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| We used to have our own church
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| But then it got worse
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| Now honestly, officer
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| That’s a really good question
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| I’m just kinda distracted
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| By those jangling handcuffs
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| And the flashlights in our eyes
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| Too much faith in desperate guys
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| Too much fun in the eight straight summers
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| Do you remember Junebug and Jester?
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| And now we’re called Justin and Jane
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| We tried to push through the pain
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| We tried to work through the hurt
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| We tried to build our own church
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| Now the cops got our names
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| As Justin and Jane
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| The only people waiting at the car wash in the rain
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| The clubs have all changed
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| The buildings fell away
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| We were hoping that this corner might remember Junebug and Jester |