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Dug up a fifth of |
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Hood River gin |
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That stuff tastes like medicine |
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But I'll take it |
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It'll doOn the couch in the living room all day long |
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Music on the television playing our song |
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And I'm in the mood |
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The mood for you |
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Turn the volume up real high |
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All of that money, look at it fly |
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And you smoking |
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Like a chimney |
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Shadows crawled across the living room's length |
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I held onto you with a desperate strength |
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With everything |
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With everything in me |
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And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing |
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On which our survival depends |
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People say friends don't destroy one another |
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What do they know about friends? |
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Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon |
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Everything's going to be okay soon |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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Maybe the next day |
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Carried you up the stairs that night |
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All of this could be yours if the price is right |
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I heard cars headed down to oblivion |
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Up on the expressway |
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Your drunken kisses, as light as the air |
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Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises |
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Our house sinking into disrepair |
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Ah, but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes |