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Your hair smells like last night,
And both our heads are aching.
A traveling body sleeping soundly on the floor,
With a sign on the door.
Soundly on the floor with a sign on the door,
These are the times.
Scribbled so sloppy,
Scribbled so sloppy.
As if they had somewhere to be in the morning.
Your hair smells like last night.
All my peers around me, they laughed all night,
I know when I’m an old me, a tear will come from my squinted eyes
These are the times, these are the times
Your hair smells like last night.
Scribbled so sloppy,
Scribbled so sloppy.

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