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You're a fine desert flower, to these bloodshot eyes
             A5                 D5           E5
The sunset's got nothing on you.
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Each night finds me here, with a 12-pack of beer
A5                 D5           E5
It's good, to wake-up near you

 A5             D5               A5                   D5
My head is pounding, and I need a smoke
                   A5                 D5           E5
But not as much as the touch of your skin

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And I must admit, that I feel like shit
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And I'm late for work once again.

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                   A5                    D5              A5
And it's always good to see you my friend
                   A5                  D5       E5        A5
And to wake up hungover, together again

I'll just lie here and watch you get dressed
As I block the sun from my face
Working ain't fair, so I'll drive you there
Cuz I ain't going no place

I can't find my shoes, and I can't find dress
This is no way to start out the day
Where the hell are my keys 
What's this bruise on my knee?
What the hell did we do anyway last night.

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