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This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I now politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend
It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken
I'm sure it could be mended
My head is tired from bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head
And the madness that he's saying
This is where the party ends
I'll just sit here wondering how you
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite
Talking to yo
You and your racist friend
Out from the kitchen
To the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand
And say you're only kidding
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