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We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352
Steps 1 and 2 walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you
The copied costumes and conversation seem to be totally making
this into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit card to buy alcohol student loan spent at the mall and I
I may be going broke but Im never broken down
We have our history just you and me but our future gets tucked away
Steps 3 and 4 staying drunk sit on this porch planning out how to escape
Cause were two truck stops off the interstate promised land with a
twist of fame
Were a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smoky room still buzzed from this afternoon and I
I may be going broke but Im never broken down