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Late night, wide awake, laying here alone
One o'clock on the dot, when I called, and she ain't picking up the phone
A couple hours later, get a call from her saying that she'll be home in the morn'
Says she's staying with some friends for the night, and she's alright
But drank way too much to drive home
I should've known better
Whoa-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight
Whoa-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light
Whoa-oh, don't you worry, don't stress that pretty head
I'll write some songs about whiskey, and cigarettes
And wishing I was dead