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After the club is the after party |
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After the party is the hotel lobby |
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After that, you know it's Dom and Cris |
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And after that, I say, "Excuse me, miss" |
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And after that, we goin' back to the room |
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And after that, she's gonna leave real soon |
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And after that, I crack one more beer |
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And after that, I just stare in the mirror |
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And after that, I start freakin' out |
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What the hell am I doing with my life? |
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Call up my mom and get my cry on |
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I order room service, get my apple pie on |
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And after that, I just walk the streets |
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A homeless dude throws up on my feet |
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And I see just how pointless life is |
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Full on existential crisis |
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Tear off my clothes and scream at the sky |
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Fall to my knees and ask God, "Why?" |
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This nightlife is killing me |
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I think I'm losing my mind |
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I yearn to fly, yet I sink |
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Cristal and tears is my drink |
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After that, I drive into the hills |
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And trade my car for a bottle of pills |
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And after that, I'm on a vision quest |
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Put my mind, body, and soul to the test |
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And after that, I meet my totem spirit |
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It's a rattlesnake, so I have to kill it |
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Then I drink all its blood and steal its powers |
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And slither around in the dirt for hours |
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And after that I start jerking off |
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Up on a mountain, jerking off |
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Down by the river, jerking off |
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And that's when I have my epiphany |
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You can't spend your whole life jerking off |
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And after that, I'm going back to the city |
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This nightlife is killing me |
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No more jerking off |
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Fate only knows what's in store |
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Cristal and tears for me, no more |
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And after that, I clean up my life |
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Join AA to make it right |
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And after that, I get my thirty day chip |
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And after that, I go celibate |
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And after that, I'm a whole new man |
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Brew kombucha in my hybrid van |
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I give my life to meditation |
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Then sleep with a whore at a Greyhound station |
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And after that, I have a full relapse |
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Then lose my hand in a game of craps |
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And after that, everyone calls me Claw |
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And after that, I work for Tim McGraw (Hey!) |
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And after that, I pass out in the sewer |
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Meet a giant fish, fuck its brains out |
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And after that I'm filled with shame |
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No one but myself to blame |
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Nothing in my heart but pain |
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Next week we're gonna do it again! |
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This nightlife's got its hooks in me |
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I'm back to jerking off |
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I tried but could not break free |
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Cristal and tears return to me |
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Started in the club |
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Then he moved to the Hills |
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Really freaked out and drank snake blood |
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Got himself clean |
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Now back in the club |
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And that's what happened in this song |
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Cristal and tears |
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This playboy life's too much for me |
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After the club is the after party |
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After the party is the hotel lobby |
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Stuck in a cycle I just can't win |
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And after that, it all happens again |
