spill your drink on her dress you see her face
Where is time 'cause you're feeling much older
I'm alive and
these are the hard times these are the good times
Got a fever, got a fever
I was up all night
And
maybe you would like me better
if i had a bank
They had a seaside suite on the weekend of the
i stumbled in at 2am all drunk
and full of
juniors got the groove
he dont need to go to
In the morning
I'm creeping down the line
I'm in and out
im still alive and i rely on my will to
cant you see me smilin thats me upon the silver
i want to rise from my seat
dont want to be
This generation
Rules the nation
With vision
I say pass
hes a poorboy he lives on the street hes got
two lovers are having their fight again they're tired of
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