| Losing is sort of a pastime
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| The years fly right by with the drinks
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| It’s morning in this small apartment
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| And I just threw up in the sink
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| The coffee is not settling anything
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| And I’m as tired as I’ve ever been
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| I’d like to go back to Chicago
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| But I’m not looking back there again
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| I fought with all of my teachers
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| I fought with all of my friends
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| I fought with the vices and sweating and shakes
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| I’m not going back there again
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| No, I’m not going back there again
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| Tonight, tonight I’m walkin' away
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| Tonight, tonight I’m walkin' away
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| I don’t want to hear about old days
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| What are we doing today?
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| Fake memories, they don’t impress me
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| The old times were never that great
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| We got the whole city
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| Before us
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| Tonight, tonight we’re walkin' away
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| And I wanna bury
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| The past
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| Tonight, tonight we’re walking away
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| With bottles and dancing
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| With whiskey and love
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| Let’s drink to the death of regret
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| Tonight, tonight I’m walkin' away
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| Tonight, tonight I’m walkin' away
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| Ohhh |