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We have our master plan
Bottled and canned
Living in the 352
Steps one and two
Walk home drunk, wake up confused
With a stranger next to you
The copied costumes and conversation
Seem to be totally making this
Into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit card to buy alcohol
Student loan spent at the mall and I
I may be going broke
But I'm never broken down
We have our history
Just you and me
But our future gets tucked away
Steps three and four
Staying drunk, sit on this porch
Planning out how to escape
'Cause we're two truck stops off the interstate
Promised land with a twist of fame
We're a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smoky room
Still buzzed from this afternoon and I
I may be going broke
But I'm never broken down
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