i'm pulling you around to the back door,
and i'm guiding you through my parent's home,
yea, my heart on tip toe.
what unburdened children we are,
and the beer in our stomachs is warming the blood in our cheeks.
and the tv is on,
we don't know why.
it's 2 am and this town
is mine.
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