| Slumped down, buried in a couch
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| Using old familiar methods to account for the evening
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| Safe for now and everyone’s still spinning
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| I’ll tell the tale that actually what happened
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| With a knife pulled on the back into the middle of a fan
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| A loose cannon of a man
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| With a knife poked in the back turn in the middle of a man
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| Who saw my face and ran
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| We could all sleep soundly
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| We’ll travel, look the streets in the evening
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| At the thought of first impressions
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| Though they can be deceiving
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| So I don’t hope I brag about people changing
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| With a knife pulled on the back into the middle of a fan
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| A loose cannon of a man
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| With a knife poked in the back turn in the middle of a man
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| Saw my face and ran
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| A drunken friend
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| The only alibi you’ll need
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| Against my mouth
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| And the well thought-out obscenities
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| We will stand your ground
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| If you don’t really know how
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| ‘Cause we flagged you down
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| You got out
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| Shined your lights and left
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| Flagged down
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| Got out
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| Shined your lights and left
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| We will stand your ground
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| If you don’t really know how
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| ‘Cause we flagged you down
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| And you got out
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| Got back in and drove away
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| We will stand your ground
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| If you don’t really know how
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| We will stand your ground
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| If you don’t really know how
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| We will stand your ground
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| If you don’t really know how |