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[verse 1] |
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you booked the night train for a reason |
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so you could sit there in this hurt |
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bustling crowds or silent sleepers |
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youre not sure which is worse |
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[chorus] |
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because i dropped your hand while dancing |
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left you out there standing |
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crestfallen on the landing |
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champagne problems |
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your moms ring in your pocket |
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my picture in your wallet |
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your heart was glass, i dropped it |
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champagne problems |
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[verse 2] |
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you told your family for a reason |
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you couldnt keep it in |
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your sister splashed out on the bottle |
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now no ones celebrating |
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[chorus] |
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dom pérignon, you brought it |
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no crowd of friends applauded |
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your hometown skeptics called it |
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champagne problems |
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you had a speech, youre speechless |
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love slipped beyond your reaches |
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and i couldnt give a reason |
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champagne problems |
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[verse 3] |
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your midas touch on the chevy door |
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november flush and your flannel cure |
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"this dorm was once a madhouse" |
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i made a joke, "well, its made for me" |
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how evergreen, our group of friends |
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dont think well say that word again |
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and soon theyll have the nerve to deck the halls |
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that we once walked through |
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one for the money, two for the show |
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i never was ready so i watch you go |
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sometimes you just dont know the answer |
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til someones on their knees and asks you |
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"she wouldve made such a lovely bride |
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what a shame shes fucked in the head," they said |
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but youll find the real thing instead |
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shell patch up your tapestry that i shred |
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[chorus] |
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and hold your hand while dancing |
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never leave you standing |
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crestfallen on the landing |
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with champagne problems |
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your moms ring in your pocket |
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her picture in your wallet |
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you wont remember all my |
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champagne problems |