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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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Tell my mama and tell my pa |
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That their fine young son didn't get far |
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He made it to the end of a bottle |
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Sitting in a sleazy bar |
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He tried hard but his spirit broke |
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He tried until he nearly choked |
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In the end he lost his |
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Bottle drinking alcohol |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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Tell my brother i tried to write and |
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Put pen to paper but i was frightened |
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I couldn't seem to get the words out right |
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Right quite right |
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Tell my sister i'm sinking slow |
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Now and again i powder my nose |
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In the end i lost my bottle |
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It smashed in a casbah |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've been messing with the heavy stuff |
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For a time i couldn't get enough |
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But i'm waking up and it's wearing off |
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Junk don't take you far |
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Tell my mama i'm coming home |
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In my youth i'm getting older |
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And i think it's lost control |
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Mama i'm coming home |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
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I've got to give it up i've got to give it up |
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That stuff |
