music & lyrics by Russell Johnson
Four whiskeys in, but I think I can drive
You know I've done more with less
Friends won't ride with me,
They're afraid of your ghost
Even though I keep tellin' them you left
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I stumble in my door and I wonder about all the boys
You're trying out tonight, instead of me
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Come by tonight
I'd even let you smoke inside
Because your cigarettes won't kill me it's those
Second-hand lies
And your hollow I'm fines
Come on burn up my night
And then put me out
And then put me out
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I hear a car slow down by my window
But I'd know if you showed up here
I memorized the slam of your car door
A year ago
Still echos to through the halls and cracks my mirror
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I look up and I see that the moon's been staring me down for sometime
But I ain't looking for another fight
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I just want
You to come by tonight
I'd even let you smoke inside
Because your cigarettes won't kill me it's those
Second-hand lies
And your hollow I'm fines
Come on burn up my night
And then put me out
And then put me out
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I remember the night that I first met you
You had me breaking the law
You had me howling at the moon
And you said we'd light up this whole town
And so I drenched this city in gasoline
And you tore me to ribbons,
Tore those ribbons to strings
You used me as the fuse
So why do I why still want you?
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Oh I want you to
Come by tonight
I'd even let you smoke inside
Because your cigarettes won't kill me it's those
Second-hand lies
And your hollow I'm fines
Come on burn up my night
And then put me out
And then put me out
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