| I told the bartender to keep an eye on my glass
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| I’m here to get tore down
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| I been drinkin' all night, and feelin' alright
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| Right up until now
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| Now the room is spinnin', and I’m fadin' slow
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| All messed up, nowhere to go
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| I’m sick and I’m tired, I’m drunk and I’m stoned
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| Been gettin' shut down by every girl in my phone
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| I could call me a cab, or I could bum me a ride
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| But there’s nothin' at home but more goodbye
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| I know that I shouldn’t, but I’ll have one more
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| And one more after that
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| And every dollar I spend, and message I send
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| Ain’t bringin' her back
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| She ain’t thinkin' 'bout me at all
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| And I ain’t thought a minute past last call
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| I’m sick and I’m tired, I’m drunk and I’m stoned
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| Been gettin' shut down by every girl in my phone
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| I could call me a cab, or I could bum me a ride
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| But there’s nothin' at home but more goodbye
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| I know her, she’s sober, and it’s over
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| Yeah I’m sick and I’m tired, I’m drunk and I’m stoned
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| Been gettin' shut down by every girl in my phone
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| I could call me a cab, or I could bum me a ride |
| But there’s nothin' at home but more goodbye
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| More Goodbye |