| Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite
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| We’ve been roughhousing tonight, and I fell under the knife
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| Hey, I feel like talking again
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| But the room is circling like some kinda ride
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| I stayed out till morning again
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| And I get to wondering as to why
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| Yeah, with your deep blonde hair, you can’t fight fair
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| What do I do?
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| You and your dead blank stare, I still play the fool with to lose
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| Yeah sometimes we take pictures, they just don’t turn out right
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| But I still can see the shape of you, up against that campfire light
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| Woah oh, I want to go back to that night
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| I wanna go back there with you
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| And I can’t tell if nothing’s changed, if it’s the same
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| I hear your name, I look for you
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| I hear your name and I stand up
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| I don’t care if I fall again
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| Yeah, 'cause I got so much life to live
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| I don’t care how many times I trip
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| Or bruises, cuts, or busted lips
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| It’s loser’s cup, give me a sip
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| Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite
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| Been drunk so long, like almost out of spite |