| If I had to make a wager
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| On whether I could count your age on my fingers twice-over
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| I would bet all the money in my pocket
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| All the money that you’ve given me
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| Left over from the liquor your older friends bought
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| Teenagers throwing up in the parking lot
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| Well, what are we doing here
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| If you don’t want to watch and I don’t want to stare?
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| And if you think I’m finished talking shit
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| Well, I’m sorry, but this is just the start of it
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| So, hold on to your swords and fall
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| My best advice for you to readjust your motives
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| Readjust your motives
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| Well, this is just like a part that you’d write
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| Only ten times better and without the effort
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| And I know you’re just trying to be nice
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| But you should
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| Hold your
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| Breath
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| Tonight
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| What am I doing here
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| If you don’t want to watch and I don’t want to stare?
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| And if you think I’m finished talking shit
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| Well, I’m sorry, but this is just the start of it
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| So, hold on to your swords and fall
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| My best advice for you to readjust your motives
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| Readjust your motives
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| A repeat image of flashing lights
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| The total irony of getting pulled over
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| Going about the same as the rest of my night
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| Someone tell the DJ to turn the volume up on the fight
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| What a relief I’m not in high school anymore
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| The second this ends
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| I’m going home
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| What a relief I’m not in high school anymore
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| The second this ends
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| What a relief I’m not in high school anymore
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| The second this ends
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| I’m going home
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| What a relief I’m not in high school anymore
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| The second this ends
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| I’m going home |