We parked in the back by the eighteen-wheelers You had a joint rolled, I shook a cigarette outta the box And as we stood there, spitting smoke back to the clouds Man, I had a thought
If we die here on this Canadian highway If we drink ourselves to death Would you know how much you mean to me? How much you mean to everyone?
But, especially me
We caught a cab to Asia Garden You had some cocaine, I made a toot-shoot out of a straw And as we sat there taking lines off of my phone Oh, I had a thought
If we die here on the old Seward Highway If we drink ourselves to death Would you know how much you mean to me? How much you mean to everyone?
But, especially me
We fell fast 'cause we were lonely I had arms, you had a hotspot, baby, to dance And as we stood there, puffing smokes on your back porch Babe, I had to ask
If we die here on the new Seward Highway If we drink ourselves to death Would you know how much you mean to me? How much you mean to everyone?
But, especially me But, especially me (me)
But, especially me But, especially me But, especially me But, especially me
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