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21
03:23
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I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
but all my friends are going out tonight
they're getting wasted,
wasting no time reminding me I am wasting all my youth
I'm 21 I'm getting high
on making excuses to leave early
but I could never tell a lie
don't know the way home well enough to stumble there
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
in bed early just stayed in for the night
give my condolences to lover girls and boys
who are romantically annoyed I'm such a bore
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
my vice is lonely staring at the wall
indulge in politely declining
Well I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
I'm 21 I'm getting high
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
I'm 21, I'm 21
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
I'm 21 I'm getting high
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
Well I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm 21, I'm 21
I'm 21 and I am feeling it
I'm 21, I'm 21
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Bloody Nose
02:25
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Well I made it through the winter with just one bloody nose
but if I'd spent more time fighting then I'd have bloodstains on my clothes
It is not the distance that is the problem
it's remembering
But I won't forget you, Josephine
you know I don't say things that I don't mean
Well I made it through the winter with just one bloody nose
but if I'd spent more time fighting then I'd have bloodstains on my clothes
I've got OxiClean and Clorox wipes, I can scrub through any mess
I have got three days alone and I intend to use them all
I thought that you should get at least one song to dance to
I'm not always sad, no one says that I've got to be
I am in no shape to drive and you are not going home tonight
at least not to that home maybe one that is closer
We are here, this distance is growing
tell me you don't fear what it will do to us
Till we meet again, till we meet again
I won't forget you Josephine
you know I don't say things I don't mean
Till we meet again, till we meet again
Till we meet again, tell distance not to fuck with me
I've got no black eyes, no bloody nose
You can check my clothes, they're all blood free
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Chester (Reprise)
01:02
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Did I mention Chester died last week?
He drowned at the bottom of Sparrow Pond
and I can laugh it off, say that it's nothing,
but inside I wonder if I should do the same
Did I mention Chester died last week?
He drowned at the bottom of Sparrow Pond
and I jumped in after him
not sure if I wanted to save him or to drown as well
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