Soooo it seems
Our disc was run over
Shattered all our dreams
The sun is shining down
We play disc, in every single town
That we stop in Chris, Paul, Steve, Dan
Florez, Rogan, our drummer and me
What a nice breeze
Today's flipped over, kind of like a dream
Running around
What is lost, can always be found
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Grams of disc
The wind may blow, the snow may fall
We're playing disc, late into the fall
In the winter
I just met her
Hardly know her
Wanna make out with her, again
I need another beer
It seems I drank the whole 12 ounces, of the one I have right here
Stop the van, Dan! we need to p*ss
We need to, it's our dying wish
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Grams of disc
What's better than Grant's apartment? DISC! (2x)
What's better than disc? NOTHING!
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