| You and I, riding high
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| In a landfill building castles
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| We get around while we’re alive
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| Stuck in a web with the spiders and flies, singing
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| And we can’t speak cause' we’re in too deep
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| We grown up 86'd and ended up like this
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| So don’t you cry, you did it as much as I
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| And I’m not gonna be the one to bail you out this time
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| We’ve been on a lost weekend
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| We’ve been on a lost weekend
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| I’ve seen folks walk on high tight ropes
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| But they’re more fun to dance across
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| Then at the end of the day
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| When the work weeks' through
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| There’s a sign that says, get lost?
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| So we’ve been drinking far too long
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| We stumble forward, hung up on the past
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| Don’t you worry about that my babe
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| These days weren’t built to last
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| We’ve been on a lost weekend weekend
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| We’ve been on a lost weekend
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| Lost weekend
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| Lost weekend
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| Could you forget the future if it was just a lie?
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| Stuck in a web with the spiders and flies
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| Would you forget the future, if I could forget mine
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| Should you forget the future? |