| My parents' liquor cabinet’s never what it seemed
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| All the clears are water
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| The browns are all iced tea
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| There’s only one thing is this town on which you can depend
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| Oh, but your brother’s I.D. |
| failed us again
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| Who’s gonna come up with a better plan?
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| If we let you keep the change
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| Will you buy a bottle for me and my friends?
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| On the edge of town when we were kids
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| And the liquor store clerk didn’t know our parents
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| And they’d always fall for it
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| Yeah, they’d mostly fall for it
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| Hoped like hell they’d fall for it
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| At some point some guy falls for it
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| And then we get drunk in someone’s basement
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| Getting drunk in somebody’s basement
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| I kind of miss being underage wasted
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| Getting drunk in somebody’s basement
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| Nothing to do so I guess I’m staying
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| Getting drunk in somebody’s basement
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| I really miss being underage wasted
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| Getting drunk in somebody’s basement
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| Nothing to do so I guess I’m staying
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| Fucked up til I fuck off
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| Fucked up til I fuck off
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| Fucked up til I fuck off
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| Fucked up until I fuck right off |