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There's no time - a few hours to sleep |
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Just drive 'til tomorrow |
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Here I go - my drunk tank's on empty |
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I've run low on sorrow |
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One last lemon drop is all that's left from our last trip |
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And that is the taste of you, of you |
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Auld Lang |
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Syne you're drunk all the time |
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Sing happy new year |
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Here's my crime: dried up twists of lime |
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Is all we have left here |
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If I've had just one thing that |
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Could tranquilize my mind - it's all in a drink |
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Of you, of you |
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Oh little one it's you, it's you |
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Are you Joan of |
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Arc or Marie |
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Antoinette? |
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Did you come here to remember or to forget |
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As silly as it seems it only happens when |
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I dream All at one time of you, of you |
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The truth is in your teeth |
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Because your smile's beyond belief |
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All that is true of you, of you |
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Oh little one it's you, it's you |
