| You were a friend of mine
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| When I worked twice a week on the weekends
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| Two teenage dirt bags
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| And I know that it’s different now
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| I heard you moved out where the lake never freezes
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| I’m not mad I just don’t really see it
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| You were a friend of mine
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| Now I’m working the night shift on Beatrice
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| And I go to bed to rise
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| And I play with this local band
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| And the money is shit but I’ve got somewhere to sleep at night
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| And I’m just stuck in this town I can’t handle
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| Watching you light it up
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| From a north end parking lot
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| While I’m just setting off roman candles
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| And I’m just stuck in this town I can’t handle
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| Watching you light it up
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| From a north end parking lot
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| While I’m just setting off roman candles
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| Now where do I put this all down?
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| I carry it high in my chest
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| Tastes like blood in the mouth
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| And when the gun powders all rung out
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| I’ll bury it deep in the dirt
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| Raise my glass to the ground
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| To the lowly dirt bags
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| And I’m just stuck in this town I can’t handle
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| Watching you light it up
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| From a north end parking lot
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| While I’m just setting off roman candles
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| And I’m just stuck in this town I can’t handle
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| Watching you light it up
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| From a north end parking lot
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| While I’m just setting off roman candles |