| Some nights it just takes like a smile and shake
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| And I’ve been with the bodies
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| And I’ve met with the blood
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| And I went with Hallelujah and she didn’t say a thing
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| She just wiped at her nose and then she winked
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| And I’ve met with the cops
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| And I’ve been with all the squares
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| And I went with Saint Deborah of defeat and depression
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| She put her hand up on my shoulder and then she just kinda stood there
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| She said call me 212 Margarita
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| Cause I’m green and I’m misleading and I’ve had too much tequila
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| And I’ve been with short tempers
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| I’ve been behind the sharp knifes
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| I believed the shots in the distance to be cold hard facts
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| Ringing out against the radio and the speaker stacks
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| And I’ve been with the hoodrats
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| I’ve been with all the hangers-on
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| I stayed out 'till dawn at some raunchy magazine launch
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| I hit the open bar and I got myself all turned on, right
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| And she said call me 612 Bloody Mary
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| Cause I’m nice and I’m spicy and I’m your only sure shot at recovery
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| Yeah so call me 212 Margarita
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| I’m green and I’m misleading and I’ve had too much tequila
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| Leave a message at the Motel 6
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| Let me now if you still feel sick
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| I’ll be in town on a three night stick
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| Yeah maybe if you’re feeling better then maybe we can get some soup together
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| We’ve been sick together before
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| And I believe in the bodies
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| And I believe in the blood
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| I believe on salt along the rims of the glasses
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| Cause that makes us thirsty
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| And when we drink then we all fall in love
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| I believe in the bodies
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| And I believe in the blood
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| I believe in salt on the rims of the glasses
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| Cause that makes us thirsty
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| And when we drink then we all fall in love |