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Empty faces in a crowd, trying to find your way out
All the people here are either drug dealers or dropouts
And everybody's talkin', but no one seems to listen
Most of them end up at 5 AM doing lines in someone's kitchen
All the girls are taking shots, acting like they're still in high school
Frat boys on the back porch smoking cigarettes, drinking High Noons
What the hell are you doing here?
You don't belong here
You don't belong here, but
Eighteen turns into twenty-eight
You look back, nitpick all your mistakes
The good years, they came and went too fast
Half drunk, still dwelling on the past
You had big dreams and bigger plans
Sidetracked, hoped it work out in the end
Stuck here, living in a dying town
Too scared to pack up and move out
Every day stays the same, it's a shame
Your whole life's just a trip down memory lane
A little rough around the edges
Off the whiskey you get reckless
Never been to church but you're convinced you know what hell is
Same old bar on Friday nights
But you not looking for a wife
Because growing up all you did was watch your parents fight
You're afraid to die alone
It's a never end in cycle
Checking wrinkles in the mirror
Wondering where did all the time go?
It's a subtle certainty
You're not where you wanna be
That's the thing about life, it ain't fair
And it sure don't come true
Eighteen turns into twenty-eight
You look back, nitpick all your mistakes
The good years, they came and went too fast
Half drunk, still dwelling on the past
You had big dreams and bigger plans
Sidetracked, hoped it would work out in the end
Stuck here, living in a dying town
Too scared to pack up and move out
Every day stays the same, it's a shame
Your whole life's just a trip down memory lane
Eighteen turns into twenty-eight
You look back, nitpick all your mistakes
Caught up reliving the golden years
What the hell are you doing here?
(Oh my God, let's take a fucking shot)