And if you can't think of anything then you gonna drink and think it later
Later, before you go

And if you go baby your gonna think what you coulda done better
So come on, let it go, take it all

Your baby got a postage on the line

Turn up later at your bicenten where you think about dad and you think about death
Everybody looks like a stare with the miles between us, spit in the wind til he wins to the tiller
When you make bartender with an eighty eight track and everybody laughs in the middle of the chair
You get a little special at shakin your ass and all that class is not to make you better okay
(Keep it under your best friend's arms)
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Best Friend's Arm Lyrics

Pavement – Best Friend's Arm Lyrics

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