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I'm sipping |
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Flor De Caa* and lime juice, it's three a.m. |
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Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass |
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The radio's playing |
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Superchunk and the friends of |
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Dean Martinez |
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Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes |
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Milling humans' shivering energy glow |
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Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter |
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If this were the last night of the world |
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What would |
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I do?What would |
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I do that was different |
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Unless it was champagne with you? |
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I learned as a child not to trust in my body |
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I've carried that burden through my life |
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But there's a day when we all have to be pried loose |
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If this were the last night of the world |
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What would |
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I do?What would |
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I do that was different |
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Unless it was champagne with you? |
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I've seen the flame of hope among the hopeless |
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And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all |
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That was the straw that broke me open |
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If this were the last night of the world |
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What would |
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I do?What would |
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I do that was different |
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Unless it was champagne with you? |
