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It’s eight in the evening, we’re not very fun, so we’re getting ourselves drunk Me and Jack, we arrive at a friend’s bar at the same time I should rest my head now We should cut this wild streak In the morning come to my room You can hop in bed with me Four in the morning We’re not nearly done, we’re gonna finish ourselves off Me and the gang, we stop by at a friends on the way home (to buy drugs) We gather round and talk about our families, say things we couldn’t say sober like, ‘hey I don’t see you much, but it’s nice to be together’ I should rest my head now We should cut this wild streak In the morning come to my room You can hop in bed with me I should rest my head now We should cut this wild streak In the morning come to my room You can hop in bed with me From Letras Mania