| When I was a younger lad
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| Growing up in Huntington
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| I didn’t really fit in, but I still had lots of friends
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| We were always thought of weird
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| Left school too soon for drinkin' beer
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| We did it our way
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| We’ll pay for it, some other day
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| No wants their freedom took away
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| (No way)
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| When wrong is right I hope you make it home
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| (Ok)
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| So here’s to you my friend
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| Until we meet again yeah, yeah
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| My grandma was a leprechaun
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| A blade of grass, her magic wand
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| Said «Hold on to it when you’re drunk
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| You won’t fall off the earth.»
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| But that won’t stop me spinnin' round
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| Or waking to the piss of hounds
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| A stranger’s yard, a kick too hard
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| I’m heading home again alone
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| We’ve all cherished lil' girls
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| Put them up on pedestals
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| They always take more than they give
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| So hide your hearts away
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| Find 'em, Feel 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em
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| It makes more sense El Duche’s way
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| So drink up boys, may your mast be hoist
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| Hope we’ll all be getting laid |