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I got drunk last night |
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and the night before |
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and tonight I'm gonna get drunk some more |
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it's just so hard when there is nothing else to do |
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it's just so easy when there's nothing else to lose |
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I've got to move |
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I've got the blues |
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I've got some bruises, I don't know where they come from |
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I've got to move |
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I've got the blues |
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I've got to drink 'til I am dead or I am numb |
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but you wouldn't know |
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about all that anymore |
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I got drunk last night |
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and the night before |
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and somehow I ended up outside your door |
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I've got my whiskey bourbon |
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and my chevy suburban |
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writing stupid rhymes in front of your house |
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you come out and kiss me |
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on the mouth |
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I've got to move |
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I've got the blues |
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I've got these bruises, |
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I don't know where they come from |
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I've got to move |
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'cause I've got the blues |
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I've got to drink 'til I get drunk |
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do something dumb, |
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something dumb |
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progress is in the eye of the beholder |
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once you think it's finished it will roll you right over |
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then you let the rope go |
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and pick up some slack |
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when it gets too close |
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that's when you pull it right back |
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and I swear I'll move |
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'cause you said the blues and the bruises |
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go away in a year or two |
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but I swear I'll move |
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I swear I'll move, if I have to |
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so proud you pat me on the back |
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singing, hey, I'll drink to that |
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and I'll drink to that |
