| I bet you feel it’s magic
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| It’s boredom setting in Fingers turn brown, and
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| That’s where I’ll begin
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| I’m in this sad position
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| I know I’m in the wrong
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| When I’m all screwed around I can’t count
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| The friends that I got
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| 'Cause when I’m out with the fellas
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| Drinking up like a storm
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| When we’re all out together
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| They all say, on your feet, dance some more
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| I can’t hold a candle
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| To all that I pretend
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| Running around and the thought of my life
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| Going end over end
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| You probably feel it’s righteous
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| But I’ve died one hundred times
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| 'Cause when I’m out with the fellas
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| Drinking up like a storm
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| When we’re all out together
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| They all say, on your feet, dance some more
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| When we’re undercovers, we joke with one another
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| We can make the rules if we want to When we’re undercovers, we joke with one another
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| We can be the fools if we want to be in our hearts
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| 'Cause when I’m out with the fellas
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| Drinking up like a storm
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| When we’re all out together
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| They all say, on your feet, dance some more
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| When we’re undercovers, we joke with one another
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| We can make the rules if we want to When we’re undercovers, we joke with one another
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| We can be the fools if we want to be in our hearts |