Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take
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I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connely's pain
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And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
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To drown out the sound of the road under the tires
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Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it [x3]
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Yeah, I want, I want, I want, I want to fuck you
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Don't tell me, tell me what I already know
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(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) [x4]
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Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drives
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Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough
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But I want you to know that In Philly it's cold
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I'm sick with twenty-two days to go
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Twenty-one days to go
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Twenty full days to go
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I count them down but they just get
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Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer
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And all the hours, they stretch like all the miles
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They run together like the thoughts in my head
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While I try to remember the last words I said
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Don't tell me, tell me what I already know
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(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) [x4]
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Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know [x4]
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Yeah I want to, yeah I want to go
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