| If anyone rises at 6.31
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| And thinks all day that
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| They’re having their fun
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| They never did get it right
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| Since they got it so low
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| To anyone drinking the morning away
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| The afternoon will prove a mistake
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| They never will get it right
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| Since we got it so low
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| And we laugh and we drink
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| And we teach ourselves not to think
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| We never did get it right
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| Since we got it so low
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| To all of the faces that
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| Freeze for you there
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| In your memory when you try not to care
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| They never disappear down the slow road
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| For all of those people
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| Who bleed by the side
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| And split from their tongues
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| And sharpen their knives
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| They never will get a life now
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| They’ve got it so low
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| And we laugh and we drink
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| And we teach ourselves not to think
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| We never did get it right
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| Since we got it so low
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| Cornfields and pig-tails and
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| Fish in the stream
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| The night when the boys stole
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| A billion dollar dream
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| From the high jinx school
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| For girls down the road
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| Stories and smoke trails
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| And some may be true
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| You’re listening to me
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| But im talking to you
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| I hope you never fall from grace
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| If you get it so low
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| And we laugh and we drink
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| And we teach ourselves not to think
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| We never did get it right
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| Since we got it so low
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| And we laugh and we drink
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| And we find it hard not to think
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| We never did get it right
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| Since we got it so low
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| Never did get it right
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| Since we got it so low |