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Lately things ain't been going my way |
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Consequently I've been drinking nearly every day |
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It's hard to keep your head up when they're knocking you down |
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So I been making that all go round |
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Drinking bottom shelf bourbon to ease my mind |
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Seems to work alright 'til closing time |
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But you know you're gonna come down every night |
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And there ain't no way you'll ever feel satisfied |
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Ain't that hard to figure where to begin |
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It's Friday night so I'm rushing in |
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Like a fool I get it anywhere I can |
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Chorus |
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Well I've been having a hard time |
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Walking a straight line |
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Seeing two of every single neon sign |
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Well now you'll find me downtown |
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Gracefully face down |
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Just wishing I could feel alright |
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Verse |
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Well lately I've been wanderin around with eyes closed |
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It seems like I been heading down the wrong road |
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Thought I'd find my way by now |
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But I still got lost somehow |
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Y'hear shots fall down from Heaven above |
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You might lose a friend you might fall in love |
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But you know you're gonna come down every night |
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And there ain't no way you'll ever feel satisfied |
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Six in the morning 'til your dying day |
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It's straight bad news and bills to pay |
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But come five o'clock you're feeling good again |
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Chorus |
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Well I've been having a hard time |
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Walking a straight line |
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Seeing two of every single neon sign |
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Well now you'll find me downtown |
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Gracefully face down |
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Just wishing I could feel alright |
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Verse |
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Well I been so high I hit my head on the ground |
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Sat up on the floor seems the room spin around |
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But when you squint real hard through the bottom of the bottle |
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Things really don't look so bad |
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You drink a cheap malt liquor from a 40 ounce bottle |
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Swig some bourbon, some pills if you've got 'em |
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But you know you're gonna come down every night |
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And there ain't no way you're ever gonna feel satisfied |
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There's years of my life I don't remember at all |
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Like one Friday evening I can barely recall |
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It was a sick situation in a bar room bathroom stall |
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Chorus |
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Well I've been having a hard time |
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Walking a straight line |
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Seeing two of every single neon sign |
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Well now you'll find me downtown |
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Gracefully face down |
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Just wishing I could feel alright |
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Yeah I been wishing I could feel alright |
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Yeah I been wishing I could feel alright |
