| I need a cigarette
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| Those fuckers talked over my whole set
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| But I don’t have any time to reflect
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| I gotta sell some shirts to try and make the rent
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| I think I’m sick of transit
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| My anxiety is spinning on a compass
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| I used to be a romantic
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| Now I’m a dude in a laminate
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| I can’t see shit, I’m blinded by the light
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| I’m on the road with no one I love in sight
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| And make that drink stiff
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| I gotta drown out this emptiness
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| I’m tired of playing all my old hits
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| But my new songs are too depressing
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| I’m hungover in a hotel bed
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| I’m gonna hop in a big red van
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| Go to some city, do it all again
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| I hope tonight it turns out different
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| I can’t see shit, I’m blinded by the light
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| I’m on the road with no one I love in sight
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| I can’t see shit, I’m blinded by the light
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| I’m on the road with no one I love in sight
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| I swore that I’d quit but I need a drink tonight
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| I need a cigarette
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| Those fuckers talked over my whole set |