| I’d like to hate myself in the morning
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| And raise a little hell tonight
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| I’ve got the urge to carouse
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| And maybe raise a few brows
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| Cut loose and pull all the stops out
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| Who cares if they call the cops out?
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| I’d like to wake at noon feeling guilty
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| And know somehow that something isn’t quite right
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| I’d like to hate myself in the morning
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| And raise a little hell tonight
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| I’d like to hate myself in the morning
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| And raise a little hell tonight
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| I’ve got the urge to carouse
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| And maybe raise a few brows
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| Cut loose and pull all the stops out
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| Who cares if they call the cops out?
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| I’d like to wake at noon feeling guilty
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| And know somehow that something isn’t quite right
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| I’d like to lift my head in the morning
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| And wonder who I’d kissed
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| And wonder who I missed
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| I just might hate myself in the morning
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| But what a dandy time
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| I’ll have tonight
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| Yeah |