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My old friend |
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He don't think or feel a thing |
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He asks me to wear his ring |
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But I can't sit down and talk to walls again |
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Cos they break down |
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As soon as you leave town |
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That's when another one comes around |
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And builds another wall around you |
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But I been thinking about it |
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I been drinking again |
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And it don't help that much |
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But I don't care |
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So I just keep sipping the red wine |
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As I pass the time till I see your face again |
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I'm tuckered out |
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So sick and tired of men |
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But every now and then |
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I just sing a song and another comes along |
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And thinks he's quite a hit |
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But I can't settle down for shit |
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I think I'm going home to see my ma again |
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And I been thinking about it |
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I been drinking again |
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And it don't help that much |
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But I don't care |
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So I just keep sipping the red wine |
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As I pass the time till I see your face again |
