| Woah oh oh oh oh oh you know those sunny days
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| Yep they seem to get in my way
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| No I kinda like a darker haze
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| Ooh to float around up in space
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| So bartender be kind tonight
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| And fill my cup to the brim
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| Cuz we all want to dance the night
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| And fill the cup
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| So I guess I better hold my drink real steady
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| Cuz the vibe in the room makin me a little giddy
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| Feel the beat in the room like a O’day in the womb
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| Knockin clocks off the walls when the bass goes boom
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| So now I’m spinning round like a dreidel in a fable
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| Guess its time to catch a cab back to rock the cradle
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| Throw a twenty for the ride grab my keys to go inside
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| Stop to feed my hound dog sleeping on his raw hide
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| So now I go inside being quiet as a mouse
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| Slip into the bed to reveal her flower blouse
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| She’s high man smokin on a bowl
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| She says «Hey David won’t you get the fuck out!»
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh ya know them sunny days
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| Yup they seem to get in my way
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| No I kinda like a darker haze
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| Ooh to float around up in space
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| So bartender be kind tonight
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| And fill my cup to the brim
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| Cuz we all want to dance the night
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| And fill the cup with sin
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| With sin with sin with sin with sin with sin with sin
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| One shot for all you lovers
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| Two shots for your queens
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| Three for my man up at NYC
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| Four for them girlies on the back of the bus
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| Five shots for the women who never gonna fuss
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| Six for my mom, seven for my dad
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| Eight for the ladies dressin scantily clad
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| Nine for my boys out in PCB
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| And ten for my love don’t know why you love me
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| Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh ya know them sunny days
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| Yup they seem to get in my way
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| No I kinda like a darker haze
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| Ooh to float around up in space
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| So bartender be kind tonight
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| And fill my cup to the brim
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| Cuz we all want to dance the night
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| And fill the cup with sin
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| With sin with sin with sin with sin with sin with sin
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| Right now I feel so connected to you
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| It don’t matter what you do
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| You’re on my mind
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| These blankets ohhh won’t keep us warm
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| Then I know I’m gonna have to lay down in your thighs…
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| Make me cry… ohhhhhh ohhhh |