Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out
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With the boys who crave regrets
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Bandana hanging around her neck
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A checkered flag and a crowd who's singing
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"Save us from this life of nine to five"
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Four, three, two
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One night left for us to feel alive
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So why not do it forever?
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Harmonicas and tambourines
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Say maybe yes, say maybe no
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A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low
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She never needed a cameo until the chain gang started to sing
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"Save us from this life of nine to five"
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Four, three, two
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Once night left for us to feel alive
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So why not do it forever?
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Harmonicas and tambourines
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Harmonicas and tambourines
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Harmonicas and tambourines
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
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They're living in her head but dying in her magazines
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Harmonicas & Tambourines
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Hot Hot Heat |