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Drinkin' again, |
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I'm not thinkin' ahead, |
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I got that shrinking feeling, |
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That only grows larger, |
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Day by day, |
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Loggers buy lager. |
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And I'm still sitting here, |
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Writing my will with a cockatoo quill, |
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The one thing I own, |
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One thing that's not on loan, |
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One thing I haven't sold, yet. |
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It's so easy just to fuck it all |
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And go for the mersyndol, |
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Or something stronger to get me back |
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On the wagon I just fell off of, |
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Another swig, |
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One last gulp, |
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One more tablet to pop, |
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Anything to get me to start |
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Working on what I've been putting off. |
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And I'm still sitting here...[x2] i |
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I'm on a boat that doesn't float, |
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And I can't swim, |
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That's the predicament that I'm currently wrestling with and I'm going to win, |
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And I'm going to win, |
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And I'm going to win, |
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And I won't be pinned |
