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Walking up to me, expecting, walking up to me |
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Expecting words, it happens all the time |
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Present company, accept it, present company |
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Except the worst, it happens every night |
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Ah, present company, excluded every time |
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Ah, present company, the best that you can find |
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Talking like a jerk, except you are an actual jerk |
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And living proof that sometimes friends are mean |
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Present company, expect it, present company |
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Just laugh it off, it's better than it seems |
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Ah, present company, excluded in every way |
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Ah, present company, makes me wanna stay |
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Killing it with close inspection |
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Killing it can only make it worse |
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It sort of makes it breed |
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Present company accepting |
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Presently we all expect the worst |
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Works just like a need |
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Ah, present company, excluded in the night |
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Ah, present company, included in the fight |
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Ah, ah, ah, ah |
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Don't you want me to wake up? |
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Then give me just a bit of your time |
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Arguments are made from make outs |
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So give it just a little more time |
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We've got to bring our results |
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I wanna play it 'til the time comes |
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But there's a string of divorces |
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You go and throw your little hands up, okay, oh |
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I miss the way, oh |
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I miss the way the night comes |
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With friends who always make it feel good |
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This basement has a cold glow |
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Though it's better than a bunch of others |
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So go and dance yourself clean |
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Go and dance yourself clean, yeah |
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You're throwing marks into pieces |
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Baby, they're arguments, the pieces |
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It's your show, it's your show |
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It's your show, it's your show |
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It's your show |
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Work a little bit, girl |
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Every night's a different story |
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It's a thirty car pileup with you |
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Everybody's getting younger |
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It's the end of an era, it's true |
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And you go |
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Stop, stop, stop, stop |
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Stop, stop, stop |
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Break me into bigger pieces |
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So tell me he's home with you |
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Wait until the weekend |
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And we can make our bad dreams come true |
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And it's a go, yeah, it's a go |
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And if we wait until the weekend |
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We can miss the best thing to do |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Go and dance yourself clean, oh |
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Go and dance yourself clean, yeah |
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And you're [Incomprehensible] into pieces |
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Maybe they're arguments the pieces, oh |
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We should try a little harder |
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In the tedious march of the few |
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Every day's a different warning |
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There's a part of me hoping, it's true |
