| You’re either on something
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| Or you’re onto something
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| You’re either on something
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| Or you’re onto something
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| You’re either on something
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| Or you’re onto something
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| I guess we find out tomorrow morn
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| I overheard a conversation
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| Exchanging pleasant pleasantries
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| Until I heard that slur of speech
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| I was standing on my feet
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| Now confusion rocks the earth
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| It was an hour after midnight
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| Reminded by my twitching eye
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| The crowd of people sounded loudly
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| The shadows cast were standing shy
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| I glugged a swig from the bottle
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| I glugged a swig from the green bottle
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| And placed my thumb upon the top
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| And moving legs felt the vibrations
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| Of the wooden beams
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| Beneath their feet
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| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| I guess we find out tomorrow morn
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| It was three hours after midnight
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| Rekindled youth was on our side
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| The night owls crept behind my shoulders
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| And soon no one was left around
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| We should call it a night
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| I glugged a swig from the green bottle
|
| And placed my thumb upon the top
|
| And moving legs felt the vibrations
|
| Of the wooden beams
|
| Beneath their feet
|
| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| You’re either on something
|
| Or you’re onto something
|
| I guess we find out tomorrow morn |