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Why drink too many
In one bulk request
What a night I had myself
And I anticipate the rest
In the lights all low in philadelphia
Your laughter sends chills up my spine
There's such thing as knowing in an instant
An instant was far too much time
Why drink too many
Man hops behind a wheel
What a night he had himself
Losing track of what is real
In the lights all low in philadelphia
No in helping hands
Airborne in a sixty-five Camaro
No place left to land
Can we carve out our paths
Finally it comes out with breathing
Order it runs 'til it trickles on
Starts just to live without a ceiling
