Champagne stains in the backseat
And the smell of bad perfume
because he's trying to forget her.
I take the drunk kids to midtown,
because they don't know any better.
So that they could see the lights
If I could I'd take you out of this place
If I could just make it home tonight
And everybody wants to go home,
and everybody needs to go home,
and everybody gets to go home,
Every morning when I wake up,
I'm always waiting for the summer,
I can see it when the daylight comes,
always just like the last one
but more like a place to crash
So can I stay the night at your place
until the end or the winter ends?
I know next year things will be better
I know next year things will be better
I know next year things will be better
I know next year things will be better
I know next year things will be better
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