outta this place
friday
you come home
you call friends
you go out
you get drunk
really drunk
like a skunk
you pass out
on a stranger's couch
you wake up
you say ouch
my head hurts
and you mutter
how did I get here
in a philosophical tone
how did I get here
I'm supposed to be at home
how did I get here
I just want to be alone
get me outta this place
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