| So sleep should comes easy after seven shots of someone else’s whiskey and such
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| expended energy.
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| We’ve been wasted. | 
| We’ve been wasted lately.
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| And its not like he’s jealous but he so knows,
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| He’s just printing up posters and working these shows.
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| And all these bands keep passing thru,
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| He knows how they think and how they think about you
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| We keep our plans in our heads, we keep our maps to our chests, we caught fire
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| but fire burns bridges best.
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| I lost myself for you, I lost out, but every leaving means heading somewhere
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| new.
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| It can’t be gloomy planets forever, or American Trilogy on repeat in a hostel
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| north of nowhere.
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| I guess he hopes you stay but he’ll wait to see how Salzburg sways.
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| If yr keeping the flat to come back, you should tell him what you said;
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| could make boyfriend yet.
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| We keep our plans in our heads, we keep our maps to our chests, we caught fire
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| but fire burns bridges best.
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| I lost myself for you, I lost out, but every leaving means heading somewhere
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| new.
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| We keep our plans in our heads, we keep our maps to our chests, we caught fire
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| but fire burns bridges best.
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| I lost myself for you, I lost out, but every leaving means heading somewhere
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| new.
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| (Every leaving means heading somewhere new.)
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| So here’s to you and him.
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| The fairy tale town and the free bar.
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| The absinthe, the whiskey shots and the sloe gin.
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| Here’s to giving in. |