| Twenties in my pocket, we’re gonna have a time
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| Gonna wake up hammered and not have a dime
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| Bill collector’s calling, looking for my soul;
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| Twenties in my pocket, we’re gonna have a time
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| Gonna wake up hammered and not have a dime
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| Bill collector’s calling, looking for my soul;
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| Too bad for him, there ain’t nobody home
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| I’m somewhere out there
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| Burning the candle at both ends — it’s the way of the road
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| Do what you gotta do to roll along
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| And I can’t think of a better way
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| To spend my time living and not keep giving
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| Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end
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| But this you won’t take away
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| When I end up home, I find myself alone
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| Counting down the days 'til the amps will explode
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| I’m not the only one walking in these shoes
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| Those of you who know, we wrote this song for you
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| I’m somewhere out there
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| Burning the candle at both ends — it’s the way of the road
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| Do what you gotta do to roll along
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| And I can’t think of a better way
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| To spend my time living and not keep giving
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| Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end
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| But this you won’t take away
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| I’m somewhere out there
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| Burning the candle at both ends — it’s the way of the road
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| Do what you gotta do to roll along
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| And I can’t think of a better way
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| To spend my time living and not keep giving
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| Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end
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| But this you can’t take away |