It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me hanging on
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Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song?
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We've all got better things to do
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I'm just a target for you 'boos'
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The booze and pills just kill the shakes and softens up the news.
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When i die i'm not gonna regret this
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See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the same
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Getting old on these roads, so far away from home
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Sweating out my drunk so you can call me names.
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When it ends we'll just head down to our barstools
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And drink away these rotten memories
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We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and sick
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But looking back it still seems great to me.
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So drink that 40oz in the back room of this legion hall
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Or smoke that joint out back in the parking lot
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While my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me
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And my head and neck are filling up with snot.
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Cuz when i die i'm not gonna regret this
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See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the same
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Getting old on these roads, so far away from home
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Sweating out my drunk so you can call me lame.
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Hey kids, we'll be back in a month
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See all of you back here once again
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Because this is the life we've chosen for ourselves
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Here's to the apathetics, punishers and friends.
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Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs?
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The Falcon |