| I swear to fucking god Chris
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| I’ll turn this fucking car around
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| Shut the fuck up
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| I don’t get parties or getting high
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| I just get low, most of the time
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| And I’ll be there for you baby, but I’ve got to have some room
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| And you gotta keep your eyes on the new guys in the room
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| And the way they dance is crazy, I have never seen this shit
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| And the strobe lights, way too hot, so let’s just get this over with
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| She says your lips tasted like they did way back in July
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| Headaches and overdose, I hope that we never die
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| October’s always here, November never leaves
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| December disappears, she says to me
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| I dance really fast so you’ve gotta dance real fast
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| And my friends are all passed out in the back of my friend’s van
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| She’s got this sense of humor that goes over her forehead
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| Lindsey let me kiss your forehead
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| And I know that you think that I don’t care about all the friends I left behind
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| The ones who stay up late at night screaming out their shattered minds
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| I know that you think that I don’t care about the friends that I left behind
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| The ones who stay up late at night screaming out their shattered minds
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| And she’s on top of me and it is hot, hot, hot
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| She says come on sweetheart take 'em off
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| So I will take 'em off, and then we take 'em off
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| And then her dad walks in. Oh shit her dad walks in
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| She says to dance really fast, 'cause I like to dance real fast
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| And my friends are all passed out in the back of my friend’s van
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| And she’s got this sense of humor that goes over her forehead
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| Lindsey let me kiss your forehead
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| And I know that you think that I don’t care about all the friends I left behind
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| The ones who stay up late at night screaming out their shattered minds
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| I know that you think that I don’t care about the friends that I left behind
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| The ones who stay up late at night screaming out their shattered minds
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| It’s always a head game with you Nick
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| You never had a shot at any of this
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| So just smash your guitar. |
| Smash your dreams
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| It’s always a head case with you Nick
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| You never had a shot at any of this
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| So just smash your guitar. |
| Smash your dreams
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| Oh
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| Grow up now is just what I mean
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| Oh fuck
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| Well we’re here kids!
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| (No, Daddy, no!) |