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I snuck in your bedroom |
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To steal some change for booze |
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But all I found were love notes |
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From another... boy |
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I need a drink |
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I hit the streets |
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I'm in a bar |
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Tryin' to kill myself |
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With old bush mills |
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Beer and wine |
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'Cause I know when I get home you won't be there |
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You won't be there |
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And if you are |
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All you're gonna do is lie to me |
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You can't change the world |
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And I won't try to change you |
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So it's just another bottle |
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Yeah, one more drink |
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In a station, in D.C. |
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A huge black man |
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His eyes are full of love |
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I think of you |
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And is it any wonder |
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All our years have brought |
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Is a sort of pain |
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And I'm sure I can do without |
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You can't change the world |
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And I won't try to change you |
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So it's just another bottle |
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Yeah, let's all have |
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Yeah, one more drink |
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You'll make nice |
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And I'll play dumb |
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Walk on me |
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And asked me to come back |
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I guess I will |
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Or I'll be drunk again |
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Worrying about the spins |
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Yeah, I plan it that way |
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So I don't have to wonder |
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Wonder, where you are |
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So... it's one more bottle |
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Another drink before I hit the streets |
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In my bed, all sick and alone |
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Master of my own defeat |