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Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid |
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I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce |
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Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve |
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Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse |
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There's a tiny cigarette case |
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And the rest you can keep |
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And the rest you can keep |
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And the rest you can keep |
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There's a hole in my neighborhood |
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall |
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There's a hole in my neighborhood |
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall |
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Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid |
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There's this whispering of jokers doing flesh by the pound |
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To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores |
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There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge |
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And I'll bring you further roses |
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But it does you no good |
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And it does me no good |
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And it does you no good |
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There's a hole in my neighborhood |
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall |
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There's a hole in my neighborhood |
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall |
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There's a hole in my neighborhood |
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall |
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Someday we'll be drinking with the seldom seen kid |
