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Let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
From every drink's glass drips condensation.
She's got her jacket on her back.
We put our last drinks back
And hit the first red light.
No one moves; no one stands
Red-lip-sticks on her drink glass
He's gone for three nights, come on
He's gone for three nights, come on
Come on come on come on
I got somewhere else to be
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