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Well there's a blizzard blowin' hard |
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And from the |
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Alfred we've been barred |
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And John's so pissed that he can't hardly stand. |
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Listen to that drunken git ' |
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Cause now he's being sick |
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But it's only a hundred yards to |
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The Warrington! |
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Yes, it's only a hundred yards to |
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The Warrington! |
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You can bet we're on |
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Tom's mind ' |
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Cause it's nearly closing time. |
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And pretty soon last orders will be called. |
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Christ, my balls feel like they're froze |
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And there's numbness in my toes |
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And it's only eighty yards to |
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The Warrington! |
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Yes it's only eighty yards to |
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The Warrington! : |
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John, get up you drunken git |
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Don't just lie there in that fucking shit |
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I know we're pissed but we can make it if we try. |
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Alright, I guess it's best if we |
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Stop a fucking while and rest |
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But it's only twenty yards to |
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The Warrington! |
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Yes, it's only twenty yards to |
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The Warrington! |
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Late that night the storm was gone |
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And I found them there alone |
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He could've made it, but he wouldn't leave old |
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John. I found them froze in the street |
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Jack's boot down |
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John's teeth. |
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They were only ten more yards from my house, that is |
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The Warrington! |
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Yes, they were only ten more yards from |
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The Warrington! |
