| The kids are ripping into sugar packets
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| The townies taking off their tavern jackets
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| I’m in the pews sticking bills in the basket
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| Praying that they’re cool when I come pick up the package
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| Tonight we’re gonna have a really good time
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| But I want to go to heaven on the day I die
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| Gonna make like a preemptive strike
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| Hit the 5:30 mass early Saturday night
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| Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone
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| Tell my little lambs that I’m on my way home
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| Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go
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| Maybe something stronger if the right guy’s on the corner
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| Bang, bang, bang go the quarter-notes
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| St. Theresa told me we should rattle our bones
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| Now we’re we’re going off to the dial tone
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| Some kid started blowing on a saxophone
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| Cheerleaders dream of quarterbacks
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| Jock Jills go for jumping Jacks
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| Goth girls love the vampire bats
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| They want to draw a little blood for their bath
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| Well, I don’t go much for that spooky stuff
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| I like the lights and the uptempo tracks
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| You’re damn right I believe in love
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| Because I’ve been in love and I’ve loved right back
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| Bang, bang, bang goes the backing track
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| Some kid’s coming around with a magic backpack
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| I didn’t know that you could dance like that
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| I’m gonna have to ask you to take two steps back
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| Sing, sing, sing every song we know
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| Blowing out the speakers on your stereo
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| You finally stopped talking about that boy back home
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| Maybe that’s just better, if you want you can sleep over
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good every night
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good our whole lives
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good every night
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| Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again tonight
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| The townies taking off their tavern jackets
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| Making guitars out of tennis rackets
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| It’s been getting so the hardest part
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| Is trying to talk some sense into our sparkling hearts
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| Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone
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| Tell my little lambs that I’m on my way home
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| Yes, yes, yes go the majorettes
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| They lead the band onto the field with their cigarettes
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| Bang, bang, bang, she’s a cleaning freak
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| She scrubs the surface until it’s sparkling
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| Neat, neat, neat 'til her fingers bleed
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| She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good every night
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good our whole lives
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good every night
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| We’re good guys, but we can’t be good our whole lives
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| She was giving off blue light on the first night that she came to me
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| Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again eventually |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Our Whole Lives , by - The Hold Steady. Song from the album Heaven Is Whenever, in the genre Инди