Hungover Together

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You're a fine desert flower, to 
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these bloodshot eyes
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The sunset's got nothing on you.
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Each night finds me here, with a 
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12-pack of beer
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It's good, to wake-up near you

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My head is pounding, and I need a
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 smoke
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But not as much as the touch of 
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your skin

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And I must admit, that I feel 
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like shit
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And I'm late for work once again.

Chorus
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And it's always good to see you my 
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friend
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And to wake up hungover, together 
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again

I'll just lie here and watch you get
 dressed
As I block the sun from my face
Working ain't fair, so I'll drive 
you there
Cuz I ain't going no place

I can't find my shoes, and I can't 
find dress
This is no way to start out the day
Where the hell are my keys
What's this bruise on my knee?
What the hell did we do anyway last 
night.