long night. last call.
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bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall
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i breath in deep and i swear to god i'll die if i go home alone tonight.
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raise my head slow hoping to find a girl i dont know who wouldn't mind showing
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a good time, to feeling alright with doing something we might regret in the
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morning
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you, in the cardigan, you're tired of all your friends
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you, in love with the cocteau twins, you're bored with your boyfriend
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you, with your hair pulled back just right, you're bored with all your friends.
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i wanna be with you tonight, with our legs crossed and our toungues tied.
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which one of you poor souls wants to drive me home.
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Poor Souls
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| Owen |
