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