| Me and all my friends used to play in bands
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| T-shirts of our favourites hanging in our closets
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| With records that we swore no-one else
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| Could ever get their hands on
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| We started out sane
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| Spread ourselves thin
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| With all-ages shows
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| And playing in empty clubs
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| Pour our words into shapes
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| Broke our credit, left our tickets unpaid
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| I remember Van Collins and broken glass
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| Nervous nights spilling on the floor
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| We tried praying we tried drinking
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| But we never tried a cover song
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| Now I leave my jacket on
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| The back of the chair on the table at home
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| Where I sit on at night and sing until the morning
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| In a dim light, a little whiskey and little lies
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| Help me be okay with another night
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| Just another stage, so enjoy the ride
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| Turn off the lights and say goodnight
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| I was hanging at the college house last night
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| Not looking for girls or fights or advice
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| Just bottles on the ground
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| All is well when the world is spinning around
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| The days are moving fast and
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| My mind is going slow
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| The trap has been set for me
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| The pills have been swallowed
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| I still care about the dream
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| I gave up about a year ago
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| Now I leave my jacket on
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| The back of the chair on the table at home
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| Where I sit on at night and sing until the morning
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| In a dim light, a little whiskey and little lies
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| Help me be okay with another night
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| Just another stage, just enjoy the ride
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| Turn off the lights and say goodnight |