| Wasting away never felt this way before
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| I played all the ditties they were hollerin' for
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| Then they shot at my boots and told me to dance
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| And I didn’t really wanna but before I had the chance
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| To say my piece everyone was laughing in my face
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| It’s safe to say I hate this place
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| Do you wanna get lost, cuz I can’t stay found
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| I done my time killing days in this town
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| I got a little itch and I’m thirsty
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| All I wanna know is who’s coming with me
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| Fuck you
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| You’re cool
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| Fuck you, too
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| The last goodbye is simple and true
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| I got a fever for the cowbell, boys
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| I fell for the beat, but I stay down for the noise
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| Break into something that’s beautiful now
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| Tell me that it’s gonna be okay
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| Or exalt my friendships and line up these bottles of beam from
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| My crib to my grave
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| I wrote it to end it this way
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| Let’s get lost cuz I can’t stay found
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| Hell, anywhere is fine if we drift out now
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| I’m so tired of doin' my dyin' here
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| We’ll fuck 'em all… we’re gonna fuck em all when we get there
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| This time we’re gonna roll where only fools dare
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| We’re gonna lie
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| Tonight
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| Then we’ll disappear |