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so pardon my manners
i hope you understand that i'll be here，
not there in the kitchen，
with the girl who's always，
gossiping about her friends，
so tell them i'll be here，
right next to the boy who's throwing up，
cause he can't take，
what's in his cup no more，
oh god why am i here，
oh here oh here，
oh i asked myself what am i doing here，
oh here oh here，
and i can't wait till，
we can break