200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacket
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I said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked it
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The inside's so cold, at least the shit's still running
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Picked up my cell phone; the roof of the car looks good for slugging
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Walked in through my back door like a bull through bedsheets
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There were flowers on the floor went from bull, to weak in the knees
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Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.
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Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.
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Put a camera in my car and you'd get me less and less and less.
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I need a windshield built for war that can withstand my confidence
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Today I reached into a shitter and saw the inmost part of me
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My reflection has looked better, but never clean
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Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.
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Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.
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Nights like these won't be avoided.
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Not by me.
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Eat Dinner, Bury The Dog, And Run
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| Polar Bear Club |
