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Do I have nothing good left to say? |
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Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints? |
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People love to drink their troubles away |
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Sometimes |
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I feel that |
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I'd be better off that way' |
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Cause maybe then |
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I could sleep at night |
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I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light |
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This is something that |
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I'll never control |
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My nerves will be the death of me, |
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I knowI know, |
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I knowSo here's to living life miserable |
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And here's to all the lonely stories that |
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I've toldMaybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow |
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Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle |
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Maybe then |
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I could sleep at night |
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I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light |
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This is something that |
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I'll never control |
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My nerves will be the death of me, |
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I knowFinally, |
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I could hope for a better day |
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No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind |
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Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy |
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But then again, |
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I'll probably always feel this way |
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At least I know |
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I'll never sleep at night |
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I'll always lie awake until the morning light |
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This is something that |
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I'll never control |
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My nerves will be the death of me |
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My nerves will be the death of me |
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My nerves will be the death of me, |
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I know |
