| You’ve made a note
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| That you’re using the area code to make excuses
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| You’re useless
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| Quit whining about it
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| I think you’re making it a habit
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| To muscle memory
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| So good at thinking a feeling
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| But I think that I’ll be alright
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| We’ve made a night out of highway signs
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| I think I’ll say it
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| I’m going to say it
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| That this time I think I’m actually fine
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| There, I said it, and I think I meant it
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| I’m not tired yet
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| Still fighting judgment for the sake of friends
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| Their attempts at romance, their accounts of happenstance
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| Won’t get them anywhere tonight
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| But I think that they’ll be alright
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| We’ve made a night out of highway signs
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| I think I’ll say it
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| I’m going to say it
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| That this time I think I’m actually fine
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| There, I said it, and I think I meant it
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| I’m right where I need to be
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| Spending sleepless nights at Steven’s
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| And drinking too much coffee
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| I’m right where I need to be
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| Spending Friday nights with my friends
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| And we’re drinking too much whiskey again
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| I’m finally right where I need to be
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| We’ve made a night out of highway signs
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| I think I’ll say it
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| I’m going to say it
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| That this time I think I’m actually fine
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| There, I said it, and I’m sure I meant it
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| Yeah, I meant it |