| She yelled, «Tell Jesus he’s a fucking loser
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| The wedding went better than the party with the city boozers»
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| Learnt you can’t take photos of the stars
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| The cops will drive you home if you’re too drunk to start the car
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| Drove through late night highways soaked in heavy cloud
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| Gripped your leg a little tighter when we started spinning out
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| Sat motionless across both lanes
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| I looked at you and said, «It's okay! |
| We’re okay!»
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| I wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| A little bit too hard
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| It took years to figure out
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| Who we actually are, woo!
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| Don’t play two shots around here, mate
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| Pub rules are you deal with whoever you’ve decided to play
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| Juddy got back from visiting his cousin in jail
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| But his cousin had escaped!
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| You said you didn’t want anyone to talk
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| And I suggested you stopped being so goddamn memorable
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| Slowly turned around in a muddy clearing
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| One day back towards the mountain
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| One step closer to disappearing and I said
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| I wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| A little bit too hard
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| It took years to figure out
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| Who we actually are
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| I wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| A little bit too hard
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| And pack a bag for the city
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| Sometimes coming home
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| Feels more like leaving
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| Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Satellites and magnets
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| Patience and sleep
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| And I’m staring down the barrel
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| And you look so good
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| Toward the fire we will go
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| Dumb kids on a country road
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| Payday beers are drunk and thrown
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| Into next fortnight’s overflow
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| Despite my deeply seeded doubts
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| Still wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| I wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| A little bit too hard
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| It took years to figure out
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| Who we actually are
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| I wanna kiss you on the mouth
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| A little bit too hard |