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The afterparty's rockin', girl, |
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And everybody's dancing for you, |
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But you're just drinking all my Ballantine |
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And laughing while your lips turn blue. |
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Your friends are all uptight |
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And everybody's in an awkward mood, |
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So you keep drinking all my Ballantine |
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And laughing while your lips turn blue. |
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I'm not really planning on coming back |
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I thought I told you that. |
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I guess I dreamt I told you that. |
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The streets are slow and silent |
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And the backyard is a beat parade. |
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So, I'm just sweeping up the garbage |
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While I listen to the songs you play, |
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Where everybody's trying but they |
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Just can't get it straight. |
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So, I'm just sweeping up the garbage |
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While I whistle all the songs you play. |
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I keep changing my mind all the time |
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I hope you think that that's alright. |
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Yeah, I hope you tell me that that's all right. |
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So, I'm just slurring in the shade |
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When the daylight breaks, |
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And you and me have got it made. |
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Yeah, I think you and me have got it made. |