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Woke up in a strangers house |
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Through a shivering sleep on a tattered couch |
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Sifting through my laundry an evangelist was pointing at me |
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Through a flashing tv screen |
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That something left on from the night before |
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Beer bottles and records strewn all over the floor |
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Rubbing my eyes to the dawn |
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Where will I find the strength to carry on? |
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I don't know what to believe |
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Ponder the last few years on dilapidated steps |
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That never seems to lead to anything-lead to anything at all |
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[Chorus] |
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Alcohol makes the world go round |
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For me and all my friends roaming from town to town |
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Buy another drink for me please take away all my monotony |
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If you set them up-I'll knock 'em down |
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Make the world go round |
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Made a living trying to test my luck |
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As I lay there thinking I'm totally fucked |
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There's a fart lingering in the van |
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While the same CD's are playing over again |
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As I try to fall asleep |
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Ponder the last few years in some remote place in the west |
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All I know is that there's still work to be done |
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Like places we haven't been to yet |
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[Chorus] |
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Alcohol makes the world go round |
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When we've spent the last 10 hours driving to your town |
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And all I hear are apologies about your club/ about your scene |
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And I'm just trying to drown out the sound |
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That I hear all around |
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Stumbled back to the club in the rain |
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Caught my reflection in the window pane |
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Those eyes always searching for something |
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With always something in the way |