| I don’t know how the hell I got here
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| How did I make it to my bed?
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| And why didn’t I drink any water
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| To stop this marching band
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| From marching through my head?
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| Well, I went out last night, so sure that
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| I would never miss you this bad
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| I probably shoulda kept it to myself
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| 'Cause now I’m hungover
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| And I miss you
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| And my head hurts
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| And I wish you let me come over
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| And be with you one more time
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| 'Cause I was an asshole
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| And I hate that
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| And I never got to say that
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| So let me come over
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| And be with you one more time
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| I woke up to the next door neighbors
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| Fucking like they were gonna die
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| And usually I just wouldn’t care
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| But right now I’m much more aware that
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| My last time might have been my last time
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| 'Cause now I’m hungover
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| And I miss you
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| And my head hurts
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| And I wish you let me come over
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| And be with you one more time
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| 'Cause I was an asshole
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| And I hate that
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| And I never got to say that
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| So let me come over
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| And be with you one more time
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| So let me come over
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| And be with you one more time
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| Well, I went out last night so sure that
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| I would never miss you this bad
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| I promised I would keep this to myself |