You've got your friends. I've got mine. I hope this seat is open minded. I'm gonna bring some beer along to coincide with our two faces. My fucking shirt is out of line, but I don't think you'd ever mind. I wanna live inside your shoes. So rip me up with your aimlessness. I feel the need to bust a move just for a laugh and some peace of mind. Where's the fun in holding back when all the drugs are finally in tact? There's too much time inside my thoughts for me to see what goes on in your mind. I hope to god we stand a chance, but who's to say if we're both okay?
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