| You booked the night train for a reason
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| So you could sit there in this hurt
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| Bustling crowds or silent sleepers
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| You're not sure which is worse
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| Because I dropped your hand while dancing
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| Left you out there standing
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| Crestfallen on the landing
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| Champagne problems
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| Your mom's ring in your pocket
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| My picture in your wallet
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| Your heart was glass, I dropped it
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| Champagne problems
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| You told your family for a reason
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| You couldn't keep it in
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| Your sister splashed out on the bottle
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| Now no one's celebrating
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| Dom Pérignon, you brought it
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| No crowd of friends applauded
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| Your hometown skeptics called it
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| Champagne problems
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| You had a speech, you're speechless
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| Love slipped beyond your reaches
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| And I couldn't give a reason
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| Champagne problems
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| Your Midas touch on the Chevy door
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| November flush and your flannel cure
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| "This dorm was once a madhouse"
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| I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"
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| How evergreen, our group of friends
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| Don't think we'll say that word again
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| And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls
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| That we once walked through
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| One for the money, two for the show
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| I never was ready so I watch you go
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| Sometimes you just don't know the answer
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| 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you
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| "She would've made such a lovely bride
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| What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said
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| But you'll find the real thing instead
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| She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred
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| And hold your hand while dancing
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| Never leave you standing
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| Crestfallen on the landing
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| With champagne problems
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| Your mom's ring in your pocket
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| Her picture in your wallet
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| You won't remember all my
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| Champagne problems |