| We met Monday night
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| Where my friend bartends
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| And always gives me drinks for free
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| I caught you starin
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| Were you comparing the guy you’re talking with to me?
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| Then you said, «This place is dead»
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| I will if you chill
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| «And this drink’s going to my head (Take me home)»
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| There’s still time to kill and this night just started looking better
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| She bought herself a guitar
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| She learned a few chords
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| She wrote me a song and it goes like this
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| There’s only one thing your after
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| Get out, Get dressed your just like the rest
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| You’re still the same self-centered bastard
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| Stay out all night with your shady friends
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| Just getting plastered ]
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| (Now listen baby I gotta run)
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| This relationship’s just my latest disaster
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| I thought I was doing everything right
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| And givin her everything she needs
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| And all that she left was a break- up note that reads
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| But I wake up one morning
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| And you won’t
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| «You don’t
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| Ever see my side thing» (oh come on)
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| I would
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| But everything that I thought was good was short of center
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| If I could
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| Our points of view will never meet
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| I’ll always miss what’s incomplete
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| Youre just like the rest
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| Youre just like the rest
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| Youre just like the rest
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| Youre just like the rest
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| Get out, Get dressed you’re just like the rest
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| There’s only one thing your after
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| Stay out all night with your shady friends
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| You’re still the same self-centered bastard
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| This relationship’s just my latest disasterjust getting plastered |