We've lost the keys to our car
So we will just sit here, and talk in the dark
But when we find those keys we've misplaced
Our night will be over, and we'll have no place
to go x3
Sometimes I feel the keys are like me
No wonder I lost them so easily
But I won't let that get to my head
So I will just lay here until we are dead
Until I am dead
I fall on the floor
Half past asleep
Knocked out on the door
Until I am dead I fall
On the floor
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