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Here's a story about a sinner |
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He used to be a winner |
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Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position |
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But the pressures at the office |
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And his socialite engagements |
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And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition |
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It turned him to the booze |
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And he got mixed up with a floosie |
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And she led him to a life of indecision |
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The floosie made him spend his dole |
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She left him lying on Skid Row |
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A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission |
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It's such a shame |
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Oh, demon alcohol |
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Sad memories I cannot recall |
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Who thought I would say, damn it all |
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And blow it all |
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Oh, demon alcohol |
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Memories I cannot recall |
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Who thought I would fall |
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A slave to demon alcohol |
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Sad memories I cannot recall |
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Who thought I would fall |
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A slave to demon alcohol |
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Barley wine, pink gin |
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He'll drink anything |
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Port, pernod or tequila |
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Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks |
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As long as all his troubles disappeared |
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But he messed up his life |
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Went and beat up his wife |
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And the floosie's gone and found another sucker |
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She's gonna turn him on to drink |
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She's gonna lead him to the brink |
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And when his money's gone, she'll leave him in the gutter |
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It's such a shame |
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Oh, demon alcohol |
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Sad memories I cannot recall |
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Who thought I would say, damn it all |
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And blow it all |
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Sad memories I cannot recall |
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Who thought I would fall |
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A slave to demon alcohol |
