| We’ll stay up late
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| I’ll end up sleeping on the floor
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| The people here are nothing new
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| I’ll see how I’m feeling…
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| Nah, fuck this I’m leaving
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| Conversation is wearing thin
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| I don’t even know whose house this is
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| I kinda wish I just stayed home
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| But Friday night is boring on my own
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| And then she makes her entrance
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| Stumbles defenseless through the door
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| Her dirty tricks hid up her sleeve
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| She’s done this a thousand times before
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| You can brag, you can gloat
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| Eat your words, hope you choke
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| But the grass on your side doesn’t seem so green
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| All the shit that you spoke
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| Will you sink? |
| Will you float?
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| Will you hang by a rope from the old oak tree?
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| She’s a witch
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| She’s a mess
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| She’s a waste of time
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| Damsel in distress on a steep decline
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| When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
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| Maybe I’ll walk home on my own to sleep it off
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| And think about some things as I stumble through the dark
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| But the only glimpse of me in her I could see
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| Was in her left wing mirror staring back at me
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| Now you’re at home I guess you’re alone again
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| It’s 5am as she stumbles to bed
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| Plays out thoughts in her head
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| Falls asleep then wakes up wishing she was
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| Dead and disgusted with those who she’s trusted
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| To just be fucked over and left in the dust
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| So she’ll cling to her bottle
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| And hope that tomorrow she won’t sit and wallow again
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| She’s a witch
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| She’s a mess
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| She’s a waste of time
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| Damsel in distress on a steep decline
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| When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
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| She’s 21 next year but she’s lost her mind
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| She fucks it up almost every time she tries
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| She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door
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| She’s a witch
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| She’s a mess
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| She’s a waste of time
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| Damsel in distress on a steep decline
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| When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
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| She’s 21 next year but she’s lost her mind
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| She fucks it up almost every time she tries
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| She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door |