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I got too drunk at your weddin' and my voice got loud
And I said some creepy thing's and I staggered around
And even though your best man had to kick me out
It was a pretty good time either way
It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yellin'
'Cause no one was buying all the bullshit he was sellin'
And he threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away
Cursin' hard to bring back yesterday
And the dyin' ain't gonna stop
Just because you walk away
And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
But you're never gonna bring back these day's
I hate the Monday's and the Friday's 'cause they always define
The endless march of pushin' ruthlessly to the light
Well, if I'm gonna be dyin' then I'm gonna get high
And scream until I'm not feelin' the pain
Let's burn a bridge for the "fuck of it" and kill this night
With some beer's down at the pits with whiskey lips and we'll try
To love for a moment and forget for the night
That life doesn't usually feel great
And the dyin' ain't gonna stop
Just because you walk away
And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
But you're never gonna bring back these day's
(Whoo)
Where we gonna go now that everything's shut down?
I can't go home, so where do you want to go now?
Let's bring it back around
To where everybody's singing about
The dyin' ain't gonna stop
Just because you walk away
And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
But you're never gonna bring back these day's
You're never gonna bring back these day's
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