| And I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Dying by the record machine
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| All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void
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| There are so many things I should be doing
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| But I don’t, and I don’t change
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| All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks
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| I push them all away or burn them alive
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| In attempts to save me
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| Regret would require less arrogance
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| And I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Dying by the record machine
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| I like my self on the following conditions:
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| That I’m better than the next guy
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| At everything I’m into
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| And my looks are important
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| If I’m less sophisticated
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| And my girlfriend’s a bombshell
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| And I’m all she’s ever dated
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| And money’s an object if it pays for my ego
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| Power’s the drug, and pride is the needle
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| And it rips through my skin
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| And goes into my blood stream
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| Oh I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it
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| Regret would require less arrogance
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| And I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Dying by the record machine
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| And I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Picking fights by the record machine
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| True, but not quite
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| That I’m tired of the fantasy
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| And I see the light
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| But the dark is so accommodating
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| The worst mistake I could make
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| Is watch you walking away
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| Not that I know how to change
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| I do it just the same
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| This Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Dying by the record machine
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Like I had to spend last Friday night;
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| I don’t want to spend this Friday night
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| Picking fights by the record machine |