| I took the truck up to Boston
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| Don’t make it up there too often
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| High beams on, it starts to pour
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| Radio loud, I-84
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| Got the crew back together
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| It feels like it’s been forever
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| But after a drink, they left the bar
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| What’d you expect? |
| They know how we are
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| 'Cause I know it goes bad to worse, you said it first
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| It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
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| 'Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
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| And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
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| So I stayed overnight
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| But I got going at first light
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| I left a note, «Happy New Year»
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| Under an empty bottle of beer
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| And drove straight back to work
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| My head still throbbing, my throat sore
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| But when I got home and opened the door
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| I wasn’t surprised to see your bag on the floor
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| 'Cause I know it goes bad to worse, you said it first
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| It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
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| 'Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
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| And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
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| Clothes still on, wake up on the floor
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| Don’t think I need to make this trip anymore
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| 'Cause half of me knows it’s gonna get dark
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| But when you come around, I fall apart
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| 'Cause I know it goes
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| Bad to worse, you said it first
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| It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
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| 'Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
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| And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
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| It goes bad to worse, you said it first
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| It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
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| 'Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
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| And I’ll always come when you bang on my door |