I said I'd walk you home after our third round
of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
and I grabbed hold of your hand.
We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets
and I'm out of my fucking mind
and I know you're next to me but I must confess what's in my head.
Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to
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