The Dance Party Turned Into A Wake Songtext
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there's a punch up outside of yates'
and there are so many beautiful faces
you and me are the troubled teens
will go hang out by the pinball machines
i hope yr hotspots all burn down
and we dont look back when we're leaving town
we just throw the salt over the shoulder
don't be sad the aquaintance is over
you bet on lame horses you get disappointed
lets cut our loses, cut our throats
divide up the bill and get our coats
i thought i'd like it but i didnt like it
and there are so many beautiful faces
you and me are the troubled teens
will go hang out by the pinball machines
i hope yr hotspots all burn down
and we dont look back when we're leaving town
we just throw the salt over the shoulder
don't be sad the aquaintance is over
you bet on lame horses you get disappointed
lets cut our loses, cut our throats
divide up the bill and get our coats
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