| We celebrate the wars we win
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| We fuck the guys we hate
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| We drown our sorrows in a pool of gin
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| And wonder why we’re always late
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| We dress ourselves in skinny jeans
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| We choose our mental leaders
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| And wonder what the hell it means
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| When they refuse to heal us
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| We are better when we drink
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| We’re much better when we don’t think
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| That is everything we’ve got
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| Running in our blood
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| We are better when we drink
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| We’re much better when we don’t think
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| That is everything we’ve got
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| Running in our blood
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| We pack a pair of shoes to walk
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| And one that just looks nice
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| How come you cannot stop to talk
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| When I try to apologize?
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| What we did were our choices
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| We thought that we should have known
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| We’re losing our pretty voices
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| By yelling at walls of stone
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| We are better when we drink
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| We’re much better when we don’t think
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| That is everything we’ve got
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| Running in our blood
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| We are better when we drink
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| We’re much better when we don’t think
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| That is everything we’ve got
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| Running in our blood
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| We leave when we’re supposed to stay
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| We pray when there’s no other way
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| The room is full of pretty liars
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| And we want more and we want higher
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| We are better when we drink
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| We’re much better when we don’t think
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| That is everything we’ve got
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| Running in our blood |