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To all those people living in their flats |
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Not so pristine |
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Who look up from the alley ways |
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That skies that we've all seen |
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But somehow |
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I know that |
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They see it from a different point of view |
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The red door's painted black |
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The sky is gray not baby blue |
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So lighten up, have a cup |
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Of my happy golden drink |
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It'll taste strong to begin with |
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You'll get used to it, |
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I thinkIt'll wash away your sorrows |
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Soak up your concern on a trouble |
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When you wake up not a single tables turn |
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But it's all right, it's all right, it's all right |
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So if you're a bit unhappy |
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Or you're slightly depressed |
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Just hum along to this song |
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I wroteRelease some of your stress |
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But when I sing the chorus |
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There's one thing |
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I know for sure |
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A nice clean shot of whiskey |
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Is my recommended cure |
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So lighten up, have a cup |
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Of my happy golden drink |
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It'll taste strong to begin with |
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You'll get used to it, |
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I thinkIt'll wash away your sorrows |
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And soak up your concern on a problem |
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When you wake up not a single tables turn |
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But it's all right, it's all right, it's all right |
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It's all right, it's all right, it's all right |
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So lighten up, have a cup |
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Of my happy golden drink |
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It'll taste strong to begin with |
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You'll get used to it, |
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I thinkIt'll wash away your sorrows |
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And soak up your concern on a problem |
|
When you wake up not a single tables turn |
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So lighten up, have a cup |
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Of my happy golden drink |
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It'll taste strong to begin with |
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You'll get used to it, |
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I thinkIt'll wash away your sorrows |
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And soak up your concern on a problem |
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When you wake up not a single tables turn |
