long night. last call. blood-shot eyes from some drinks too tall. i breathe in deep and i swear to god i`ll die if i go home alone tonight. i raise my head slow hoping to find a girl i don`t know, but wouldn`t mind showing a good time to, feeling alright with, doing something we might regret in the morning. you, in the cardigan - you`re tired of all your friends. and you, with your hair pulled back just right --you`re bored with all your friends. i want to be with you tonight. our legs crossed and our tounges tied. now which one of you poor souls wants to drive me home?
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