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He wakes up |
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Sha- sha- shaking |
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With half a tooth missing |
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Lifts his head feels the aftermath kick in |
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Last night he was shining |
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And so entertaining |
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Today he is tired and wasted and grey |
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And each time he says he won't do it again |
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His head is a rhythm |
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And muscles start twitching |
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As he lights up a cigarette |
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Which does him no favours |
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Today like the others |
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He'll spend under the covers |
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And wait for the night to get up there again |
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And each time he says he won't do it again |
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But tonight you know that he'll do it again |
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And each time he says he won't do it again |
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But tonight you know that he'll do it again |
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And each time he says he won't do it again |
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But tonight you know that he'll do it again |