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We'll stay up late |
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I'll end up sleeping on the floor, |
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The people here are nothing new |
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I'll see how I'm feeling... |
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Nah, fuck this I'm leaving |
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Conversation is wearing thin, |
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I don't even know whose house this is, |
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I kinda wish I just stayed home, |
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But Friday night is boring on my own |
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And then she makes her entrance, |
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Stumbles defenseless through the door, |
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Her dirty tricks hid up her sleeve, |
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She's done this a thousand times before |
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You can brag, you can gloat, |
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Eat your words, hope you choke |
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But the grass on your side doesn't seem so green, |
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All the shit that you spoke, |
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Will you sink? Will you float? |
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Will you hang by a rope from the old oak tree? |
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She's a witch |
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She's a mess |
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She's a waste of time, |
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Damsel in distress on a steep decline, |
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When all she wants is someone to keep her warm |
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Maybe I'll walk home on my own to sleep it off, |
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And think about some things as I stumble through the dark, |
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But the only glimpse of me in her I could see, |
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Was in her left wing mirror staring back at me |
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Now you're at home I guess you're alone again, |
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It's 5am as she stumbles to bed |
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Plays out thoughts in her head, |
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Falls asleep then wakes up wishing she was |
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Dead and disgusted with those who she's trusted, |
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To just be fucked over and left in the dust, |
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So she'll cling to her bottle. |
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And hope that tomorrow she won't sit and wallow again |
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She's a witch |
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She's a mess |
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She's a waste of time, |
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Damsel in distress on a steep decline, |
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When all she wants is someone to keep her warm |
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She's 21 next year but she's lost her mind, |
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She fucks it up almost every time she tries, |
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She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door |