Fine Diners And Finer Whiners

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[Verse 1]
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If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home?
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I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers, all these social mountain climbers
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And fine diners and finer whiners and I'm feeling awfully tired and alone
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I feel I lost my spine, my license expired, my wallet's stolen and I got four flat tires
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Though none of that is true, I don't know what to do,
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Might go get arrested just to get away from all of you

[Chorus]
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here
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I'm in the wrong place, in the wrong time
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here
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I'm the wrong person living the wrong life
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If I bribe tomorrow, do you think she'll take away tonight?

[Verse 2]
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Well I roamed this block for the 20th time, I'm running out of excuses why
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Can sit here and listen all through the night
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To your Roll-O Decks that magically rhymes
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Your endless stories are backstabbing your cocaine field crimes, you're literally buying my love
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Like some angelic car salesman in the sky

[Chorus]
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here
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In the wrong place, in the wrong time
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here
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I'm the wrong person living the wrong life
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If I bribe tomorrow, do you think she'll take away tonight?

[Interlude]
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[Verse 1]
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If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home?
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I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers all these social mountain climbers
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And fine diners and finer whiners and I'm feeling awfully tired and alone
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If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home?
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I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers all these social mountain climbers
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And fine diners and finer whiners
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Fine diners and finer whiners, ohoho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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Oh