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I try not to drink, |
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'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy |
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Desperate ain't lonely |
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Though I've been high |
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Pockets are empty |
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In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad |
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The letter I wrote, |
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took words from my throat I was saying |
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Lay on the roadside |
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I guess the mailman was drunk |
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The message was urgent |
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How lazy a state where you don't live no-one |
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So I try not to drink, |
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'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy |
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Desperate ain't lonely |
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Though I've been high |
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Pockets are empty |
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In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad |
