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Stumble in at 3AM I'm drunk again Kick shoes off at the door Drop my keys on the floor Fumble for the lights Man I miss Friday nights Crashing on the couch in my clothes Being somebody that no one knows
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Fridays Like They Used to Be
Stumble in at 3AM I'm drunk again Kick shoes off at the door Drop my keys on the floor Fumble for the lights Man I miss Friday nights Crashing on the couch in my clothes Being somebody that no one knows
Days of the past come back to haunt me often.
jack-ghaven
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
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