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Like a Princess stuck in a factory |
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There's nothin' here no for me |
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Like a warted toad on a highway road |
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The road seems never ending |
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That's what appeals, whenever |
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I feel Restless, solitary, anxiety |
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Just give me that road, when the world |
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Turns cold, and a nice hot glass of whiskey |
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Well, it's blank above my thoughts and |
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It's blank below my words |
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Get me drunk and then |
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I'm yours |
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So give me two pints o' stout, two pints o' stout |
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One so I don't think no more, and one to face |
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What I've in store |
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Two pints o' stout, two pints o' stout |
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Well, my dear you have no money, so you can turn |
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And walk right out |
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Have you ever thought we might have sought in all |
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Our years together, to part now while there's |
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Still a smile and face the lonely weather |
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Well, what's the worth of this wretched |
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Earth, but traveling to new places |
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Does the one you like seem a chord to strike |
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Does appealing describe his faces |
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No, I'm not content, not with myself |
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Not my body or my mind |
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It's freezing on |
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O'Connell |
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Street and |
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I'm Talking to a hooker |
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Well, she might be a cop, but either way |
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I Ain't no better |
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So it's rounds on me, one chance you see, |
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Because I have the money |
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When there's no more booze |
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Then I'll go home and deal with my own thinking |
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Like a dream that tortures me |
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Each night is the peace |
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I've known with you |
