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Tonight she's going to get a couple movies Last night made her feel like such a mess She gets so grossed out by all the small talk Another drunk lover might just make her depressed Hey Angel From way across the dance floor I couldn't see you crying You're shaking If you keep coming down like this It might be time for flying He walked in the bar after a movie He looked pretty good just by himself She liked the way he smiled through all the small talk Some nights he likes to drink with someone else All the things we're taking They might be finally working We're still not trying We're getting pretty good at faking We're getting pretty good at faking You tremble Every time I touch you and you're sober You tremble