| It’s nearly the end of the day
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| And we’re still hung over
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| We’re in love so we split the rest
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| And share a love for Smog
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| When it goes wrong someone leaves
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| And we have to start over
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| But each time we improve on before
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| And a smugness sets in
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| Oh, where do we go when the booze runs out?
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| Oh, what do we do when the booze runs out?
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| When we’re dry nothing makes sense
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| I’ll pull my tongue from your cheek
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| And you change the music
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| Sit back and we’ll ease through the night
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| On the stiffest of drinks
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| We feel our hearts intertwine
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| As our brains lose their burdens
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| Somehow we know it won’t last
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| Our Dutch courage must sail
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| Oh, where do we go when the booze runs out?
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| Oh, what do we do when the booze runs out?
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| When we’re dry nothing makes sense |