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Watching everybody leavin' |
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I tell myself, looks can be deceivin' |
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Oh, I'm hopin' that |
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I'm not dead right |
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This after hours, afterlife |
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I'm not ready to die in style tonight |
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Tried to follow you out |
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But I did not know |
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Where you'd be leadin' on |
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And you might think people |
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Don't live through bein' dead wrong |
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Well, I guess that |
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Your parents must have raised |
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Themselves a strictly pious daughter' |
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Cause you move through this crowd |
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Just like partin' water |
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Oh, you dress so nice |
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You dress to kill |
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They drop like flies |
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But who's the funeral for? |
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After a while these hot, hot nights |
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Can turn everything sour |
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Oh, I know it's not hard to get |
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In trouble after hours |
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After a while these hot, hot nights |
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Can turn everything sour |
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I know it's not hard to get |
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In trouble after hours |
