I will hate clubs, also small talk and drugs
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mainly exist as a shut in
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You will drag bars with unkown mods
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till you see the sun come up all of a sudden
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Yeah, but we got one thing in common
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Though we might think better of it
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We won't settle down
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Till our heads are wrecked
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We'll toss around toss around
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I'll lie in bed with wondering and dread
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and then take a drive somewhere
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You'll do coaine, stubmle out of taxis
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and end up with smoke in your hair
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Yeah, but look at this
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Though we might really need to
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We won't settle down
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Till we're all shot out
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We'll toss around toss around
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I'll go out on reconnaissance missions
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Then run home to recover
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You'll be sleeping with a couple of Dean Martins
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Not telling one about the other
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So what's gonna happen now
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Though it would be wise
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We won't settle down
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We were born on the last watch, baby
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Toss around Toss around
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Toss Around
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