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By Butch Walker, Spoken Intro
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By Butch Walker, Now everybody sleeps
But I haven't done that
In the last few
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By Butch Walker, Here's the thing, we started out friends
It was cool, but
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By Butch Walker, So at last Southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've
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By Butch Walker, Can you please remind me how you feel.
This emptiness is
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By Butch Walker, Well there’s sand in my book
from writing on the beach
trying
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By Butch Walker, Well remember the guy who was a football star,
he
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By Butch Walker, Messed up pantyhose
Bloody nose from a candy cane habit that
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By Butch Walker, You got lost, For a while.
You've been trying to find
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By Butch Walker, As she woke up for the final injection
The sickness was
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By Butch Walker, Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and
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By Butch Walker, Well I tripped and I fell
into a hole I know
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By Butch Walker, Oh!
Here come the captain
She's a firecracker, skinny jeans
Two lips of
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By Butch Walker, i can only keep this feeling for a minute
I can
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By Butch Walker, that was a helluva party last night
i cant believe i
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By Butch Walker, Partied at a house till four,
came out from a
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By Butch Walker, Detox, Detox where are you?
You coulda saved me from a
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By Butch Walker, Burnt to a crisp I cant sleep from the sound
of
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By Butch Walker, Laurel was a girl I knew,
made of dirt and stone
pretty
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By Butch Walker, well there’s sand in my book
from writing on the beach
trying
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By Butch Walker, Look in the mirror
You wish it was clearer
To
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By Butch Walker, Born from hippies in 1969
Bored by 92
Walked into a recruitment
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By Butch Walker, I'm not happy with myself these days
I took the best
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By Butch Walker, i’m tired, i’m bored,
where’s the cocaine
things don’t get started til
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By Butch Walker, One, two, Merry Christmas
Brother comes home after school every day
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By Butch Walker, If I had a bed, I'd sleep in 'til two
I'd
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By Butch Walker, now honey, dry your eyes
get back in the car
there's no
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By Butch Walker, She walks in the room with her ass looking tight
Tries
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By Butch Walker, Seven hours 'til the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as
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By Butch Walker, Lyin’ in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard
Water falling
