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Well i woke this morning with a tear drop in my eye |
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Because last night it felt like the best night of my life |
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Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides |
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And i don't understand why my brain wants to die |
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I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered |
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And when i woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters |
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I had bits of my lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast |
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And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and i think i've got the shivers |
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It's the little things we do when you go out in the night |
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And it's pay day today just for having a good time |
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As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive |
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Why do i feel like death just for having a good time so i get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich |
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But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language |
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It says "don't eat me I dont deserve to be there in your stomach" |
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And I break on down and cry why do good times turn to bummers |
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It's the little things we do when you go out in the night |
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And it's pay day today just for having a good time |
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As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive |
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Why do i feel like death just for having a good time |
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It's the little things we do when you go out in the night |
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And it's pay day today just for having a good time |
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As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive |
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Why do i feel like death just for having a good time |
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It's the little things we do when you go out in the night |
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And it's pay day today just for having a good time |
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As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive |
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Why do i feel like death just for having a good tiiiimmmme |
