| Take that cigarette out of your mouth
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| You know it’s bad for you and I can smell your breath from one mile off
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| Don’t you think it’s time that we should move on
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| 'Cause now I’m bored too and everything that meant anything is gone
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| And it’s the barman’s fault
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| Take my credit cards far away from me
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| I’m not mature enough to keep one little eye on anything
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| Don’t you lace another party with doubt
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| Maybe you’re weak now 'cause everything that was anything is out
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| Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault
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| You don’t call the shots
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| You don’t call the shots
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| You don’t call the shots if you are hanging on
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| Meet me at the Accident & Emergency
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| And I can show you round but my head hurts right now so let’s just leave
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| Why am I lacing every single night with doubt?
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| Maybe I’m weak too 'cause everything that meant anything is out
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| Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault
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| You don’t call the shots
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| You don’t call the shots
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| You just don’t call the shots if you are hanging on
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| Yeah, you don’t call the shots
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| Yeah, you don’t call the shots
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| You just can’t call the shots if you are hanging on |