| I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud
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| And I said some creepy things and I staggered around
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| And even though your best man had to kick me out
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| It was a pretty good time either way
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| It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yelling
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| 'Cause no one was buying all the bullshit he was selling
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| And he threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away
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| Cursing hard to bring back yesterday
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| And the dying ain’t gonna stop
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| Just because you walk away
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| And you can cry for the things that you’ve lost
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| But you’re never gonna bring back these days
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| I hate the Mondays and the Fridays 'cause they always define
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| The endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light
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| Well, if I’m gonna be dying then I’m gonna get high
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| And scream until I’m not feeling the pain
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| Let’s burn a bridge for the fuck of it and kill this night
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| With some beers down at the pits with whiskey lips and we’ll try
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| To love for a moment and forget for the night
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| That life doesn’t usually feel great
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| And the dying ain’t gonna stop
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| Just because you walk away
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| And you can cry for the things that you’ve lost
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| But you’re never gonna bring back these days
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| Where we gonna go now that everything’s shut down?
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| I can’t go home, so where do you want to go now?
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| Let’s bring it back around
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| To where everybody’s singing that
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| The dying ain’t gonna stop
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| Just because you walk away
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| And you can cry for the things that you’ve lost
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| But you’re never gonna bring back these days
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| You’re never gonna bring back these days |