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Nine o'clock, Friday night, You don't know what to do. The Seven Eleven's where it's at, This story once again is all too true Smoking pot and sipping sodas Maxing on the cold concrete I gotta get out of this redundant routine But this town is just way too bleak Killing time and wasting life Watching all the cars as the drive by Wasting life and killing time I'm losing my mind One a.m. Saturday morning You don't know where you've been Driving around, No destination, Nomadic wandering's a thrill Jesse wants to smoke up, London wants to grow up, and Kyle's score still under par Talking about you idle ideologies: Letras de cancionesPolitical... BLAH BLAH BLAH Killing time and wasting life Watching all the cars as they drive by Wasting life and killing time I'm losing my mind Wasting time and killing LIFE From Letras Mania