| It’s 3 o’clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
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| It’s where you wanna get snowed in when you get
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| Snowed in, outside it’s 10 below, is it day or night, we don’t care or know
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| What we know is that we don’t wanna be
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| Anywhere but here, please don’t make us leave
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| When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota
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| I’m seeing double at the Triple Rock, we’re still here watching Paddy talk
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| Then undress, then get out the duct tape
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| The one question still remains, how much more art can we take?
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| I’ll let you know when the medication wears off
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| I’m a religious drunk and this is where I pray
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| The church of alcoholics can’t break up the congregation
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| Give us air to breathe, through carbonation
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| We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools
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| We’re praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing
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| Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions
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| Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions
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| When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota |