| Some still morning in a separate home
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| Had a message waiting on a brand new phone
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| She sent me something when she changed her shirt
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| It was end of summer she was so sunburnt
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| Two turns later to the liquor store
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| Bought a nice new bottle that I can’t afford
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| Sat there sitting so my mind stayed clear
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| The bold ain’t bright enough to keep me here
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| And by the table spent, I could not forget
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| Body beating, wasted but not worn
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| I was cold to core
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| It’s been weeks at war
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| Born to battle, staring at you
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| I am leaving
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| Every either or
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| And when they closed the bar
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| Told you I was gone, come the weekend
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| Calmly speaking
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| Forward on
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| I saw you stunning by my midnight spot
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| Your mouth still running you were born to talk
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| Kept you busy always made your plans
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| You flashed two tickets to some indie band
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| The days slow dragging but the nights add up
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| The same thing happens like it always does
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| And I know you’re showing when your show gets out
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| I’ll wait you’re wading through the weeknight crowd
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| And by the table spent, I could not forget
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| Body beating, wasted but not worn
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| I was cold to core
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| It’s been weeks at war
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| Born to battle, staring at you
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| I am leaving
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| Every either or
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| And when they closed the bar
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| Told you I was gone, come the weekend
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| Calmly speaking
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| Forward on |