| Grabbed my phone, rolled outta bed
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| Went back through all the texts I sent
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| Half-drunk beer on my nightstand
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| and a red club stamp on my right hand
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| Tripped on my boots walking down the hall
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| Chuggin' sink water, staring at the wall
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| Trying to put the pieces back together again
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| Who did how, what, where and when?
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| Oh hell yeah my head hurts
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| I got whiskey and lip gloss on my new shirt
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| All I know is we went out and done it up right
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| I rode a bull, did a keg stand, shot gunned a beer can, jumped in and broke up
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| a fight
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| Now it’s Saturday morning, I’m hungover, but damn what a Friday night
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| I think I left my debit card at the bar
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| Think I took a kiss a little too far
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| Who’s that sleeping on my couch?
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| I gotta whole lotta drunk drama left to sort out
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| Oh hell yeah my head hurts
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| I got whiskey and lip gloss on my new shirt
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| All I know is we went out and done it up right
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| I was on stage with the band, holding up a beer can, everyone was losing their
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| minds
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| Now it’s Saturday morning, I’m hungover, but damn what a Friday night
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| Oh hell yeah my head hurts
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| Now that I come to think about it this ain’t my shirt
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| All I know is I went out and done it up right
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| Got in a fight with my girlfriend, threw down my beer can, and still had the
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| time of my life
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| Now it’s Saturday morning, I’m hungover, but damn what a Friday night
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| Yeah, yeah now it’s Saturday morning, I’m hungover, but damn what a Friday night
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| Man what a Friday night |