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You drink and drink |
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You never got a reason |
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But you put it on my tab |
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You put it on my tab |
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You take what you should've left |
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And leave what you shoulda grabbed |
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What drunk with any common sense at all |
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Would mix his beer and gin like that |
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You must really want to get it back |
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May I suggest a draught to help you digest |
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The sugar in that Boone's Farm wine |
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Or any other really cheap apple kind |
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What kind ofdrunk with any self-respect at all |
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Would give up on his friends that way |
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Would give in to the pressure's sway |
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I never asked you to swim |
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In that soupbowl of contempt |
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So full of wine and bar mop slop |
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Spilling on the girls |
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Like a bull in a china shop |