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Have you ever laid in bed with the banging in your head |
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That you just can't bare |
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You can't stop that ceiling going round up there |
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So you stumble to the sink |
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Cause your dying for a drink |
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And bang your leg on a chair |
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You want to make a cup of tea but the tea pot can't be found |
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So you stumble back to bed with the banging in your head |
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And you can't lay down |
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You wish they'd never had brought that homemade cider round |
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Oh your eyes are hanging out |
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And the pattern moves about on the eiderdown |
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Oh the carpets on the floor but the skirting board's up in the air |
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And you say it's gonna stop (And you say it's gonna stop) |
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Never touch another drop (never touch another drop) |
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And you think they don't think (An you think they don't think) |
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Never have another drink (Never have another drink) |
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Then you wake up in the morning |
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And you wish you'd never gone in the pub last night |
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Alarm bells clanging and your head still banging with all its might |
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Then your mate comes and knocks |
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Shouting through the letter box |
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"You coming out for a pint?" |
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So you stumble out of bed before you know it you've done it again |
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Have you ever laid in bed with the banging in your head |
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That you just can't bare |
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You can't stop that ceiling going round up there |
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So you stumble to the sink |
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Cause your dying for a drink |
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And bang your leg on a chair |
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You want to make a cup of tea but the tea pot can't be found |
