| We had a dog named Bocephus living in the front yard
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| He liked sleeping out on the top of the car
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| He drank beer out of the mason jar
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| And he’d climb up on everyone in bed
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| A white frame house, a college town
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| A bunch of people always hanging around
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| No real problems we needed to drown but we tried our best anyway
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| We went to class just to pass the time, back in eighty nine
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| We had a, keg in the closet, pizza on the floor
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| Left over from the night before
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| Where we were going we didn’t really care
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| We had all we ever wanted
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| In that keg in the closet
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| This old guitar taught me how to score, right there on the Lambda Chi porch
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| Mary Ann taught me a little more about wanting what you can’t have
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| Sweatshirts and flag football, spring breaks down in Panama
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| For a while we had it all, we never dreamed it wouldn’t last
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| We went to class just to pass the time back in eighty nine
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| We had a, keg in the closet, pizza on the floor
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| Left over from the night before
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| Where we were going we didn’t really care
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| We had all we ever wanted
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| In that keg in the closet
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| We all kind of went our separate ways, but I swear it seems like yesterday
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| We had a, keg in the closet, pizza on the floor
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| Left over from the night before
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| Where we were going we didn’t really care
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| We had all we ever wanted
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| In that keg in the closet |