| We’re holed up in Cleveland
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| We got nothing else to do
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| Except have bad intentions
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| And what history tells us to
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| I think it’s time to finally cash that check
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| Let’s get wrecked, oh let’s get wrecked
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| All these folks around us
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| Say go get it while you’re young
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| Climbing heaven’s ladder
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| You can skip a couple rungs
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| Think it’s time that all our dues got paid
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| Let’s get laid, c’mon let’s get laid
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| I black out the windows
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| And he boards up the door
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| I’m wound up with thinking
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| And he sleeps on the floor
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| He kisses like a masochist
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| And I’m better off alone
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| Being in love is harder than I ever could’ve known
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| We’re shacked up in Nashville
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| And the sky is coming down
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| Kids back in the backyard
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| All burning that sweet clown
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| Think it’s time to default on that loan
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| Let’s get stoned, c’mon let’s get stoned
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| Pulling at our jeans now honey
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| We’re biting at our necks
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| Shouting both our names out
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| Trying hard not to forget
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| Hit it out the park on the first pitch
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| Let’s get hitched, oh let’s get hitched
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| I black out the windows
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| And he boards up the door
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| I’m wound up with thinking
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| And he sleeps on the floor
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| He kisses like a masochist
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| And I’m better off alone
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| Grown up love is harder than I ever could’ve known
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| We keep digging deeper
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| Sending someone else the bill
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| Crying to our mommas
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| When we can’t climb up the hill
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| Pushing panic way down deep inside
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| We got pride, oh we got pride
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| I black out the windows
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| And he boards up the door
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| I’m wound up with thinking
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| And he sleeps on the floor
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| He kisses like a masochist
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| And I’m better off alone
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| Real love is harder than I ever could’ve known |