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Two miles from the hotel, eight hundred from home We're forced to call on all we know But all we know's a joke The van just started shaking, coughing out black smoke We're pulling off in a parking lot cause this might just explode Cause it's New Year's Eve and four degrees We're stranded, hopeless I just want some sleep Drew's too busy sexting with some girl he met last show Tripping balls from the soft effects of the Nyquil overdose Nobody's been asking how we're gonna get home Cause we all know We'll deal with it tomorrow Yeah, we know It's gonna be our year I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week We'll deal with it our own way And we'll stay, and we'll wait, and we'll wake And this awkward mess we've make A landscape forged from pizza crust Letras de cancionesAnd what's left of the case We'll make friends in every state Like the cops in parking lot south of Steak'N'Shake It's gonna be our year I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week But I'm too tired to speak I'll say, hey man, I'll see you in Cleveland Someone go tell the universe we're not concerned We know it's out to get us We'll never learn So if you're thinking you just got the best of me Man, we don't go down that easy It's gonna be our year I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week From Letras Mania