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They stick to my tongue, the kisses you threw at me.
I'm falling in love with Xs and ecstasy.
I tripped on my tongue and fell into wild things.

Peel off your guts. Punch me romantically.
I burned out on luck. It never did much for me.
Tonight, let's be young and light up these sleeping streets.

It's Friday night and I'm in the basement,
Screaming out my lungs with my best friends.
I hope when I die, I feel this alive.

Shake off the dust. Lace up your fighting teeth.
It's less that I'm dumb and more awkward socially.
I'm hiding in drugs, but hoping you'll wait for me.

It's Friday night and I'm in the basement,
Screaming out my lungs with my best friends.
I hope when I die, I feel this alive.

American girls and French kisses,
American girls and French kisses,
American girls and French kisses,
American girls and French kisses.

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