| Hello six pack of confidence
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| Been so many nights
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| since we first met
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| Glad to see you’ve brought
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| all your friends
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| For another night of plastic cup politics
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| Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence
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| I’m glad to see you’ve already met
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| Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness
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| And Mr. Plastic cup politics
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| I see you’re under the influence
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| Of warm beer and the comfort of all your friends
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| And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth
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| has had his forty ounce
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| And will pass out
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| I have no doubt
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| So drop your plastic cup and
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| clear your clouded heads
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| I keep asking myself if they realize
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| That their fears are really just the
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| same as mine
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| Do they know all their insecurities
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| Are the same ones that are inside of me As people come and go Do they know they’re really not alone?
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| And the life of the party just left
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| I guess I couldn’t cure his emptiness
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| Like all the rest
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| So drop your plastic cups and clear
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| your clouded heads
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| Here we are, another wasted night and
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| I am right along side
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| of forty sets of bloodshot eyes
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| And plastic smiles miles wide match
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| plastic cups we’ll leave behind
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| It’s just another night of plastic cup politics
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| So drop your empty cups and clear
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| your clouded heads |