| I went to a party last night
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| What sick things I saw
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| Make-out sessions and bicycle messengers
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| Punks and art school dropouts
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| I ran into this guy I knew
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| But hadn’t seen in years
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| We went into the neon kitchen
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| And stole a couple beers
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| He said his girl had dumped him
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| But was there with another guy
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| He said that he still liked her
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| All I could say was
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| «Why, why, oh why, oh why
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| Why is it always like this?
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| Either you’re too mean or you’re too nice.»
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| He said, «I even cooked her breakfast.»
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| So we went into the living room
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| Someone was blasting Zeppelin
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| It sounded good
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| I felt ashamed
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| I knew every drum fill
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| Anyway, there she sat
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| Totally kissing this guy
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| They looked good
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| I mean like in love
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| Then I remembered my friend
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| He said, «How could you do this?
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| You said that you needed your space
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| He’s wearing the shirt that I gave you.»
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| Then she said, «Why, why, oh why, oh why
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| Why are you always like this?
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| If I’m having fun then it’s breaking your heart
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| Besides, you said I could have it.»
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| Then the cops showed up |