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Snuck in through the tennis courts Laid in the dark on the carpeted floor Came here for a party in middle school Rode my bike home drunk off of a four loko Last time I saw you was a live stream of a funeral You laughed when you told a story from when we were young Looks like you're holding up alright But I know it's sometimes hard to tell I don't sleep in that room anymore When the cicadas sync up they breathe too hard We watched a Phish concert and Human Centipede Two things I now wish I had never seen We smoked weed out of a Pepsi can Lyin around under a Christmas tree From Letras Mania