When The Tequila Runs Out (Live From An Evening With Dawes)

One, two, three
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 Everyone that greeted me, was moving slow and drinking fast
 I was lost inside a painting on a wall
 A pretty baby with a cigarette, was looking for a place to ash
 Stumbling toward the voices down the hall
 They had Thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song
 For two dancers all in white, that no one really knew
 There were a lot of leather jackets, there was a haircut reading palms
 There was a line outside the bathroom that didn't really move
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain
 Some girls forgot their bathing suits but felt like jumping in the pool
 Right after making sure the underwater lights were on
 I was staring at a silhouette, I was blushing like a fool
 Letting everyone pretend they hadn't planned it all along
 Then our host bust out of his bedroom, with his glasses slightly bent
 He gets up on the diving board to tell us how he feels
 Ladies and gentlemen we've begun the initial descent
 And now it's time to pull up on the wheel
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain
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 On the floor of the living room, I saw my past life passed out
 Laying next to her handsome new flame
 I didn't recognize his face too much except for the grimace on his mouth
 He looked a lot like me, he seemed to be in pain
 I didn't hear the picture window break, I didn't see the rising sun
 But I could feel the morning breeze
 Then I heard her tired voice speak up and say, "I think this party's done"
 She asked if I could drive her home, and then she added, "Please" (please)
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne
 When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain oh-oh