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Morning sunshine through the curtain |
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Throws a Rorschach on my wall |
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Waking up wide asleep |
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I try unraveling it all |
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By all rights I should be dead |
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From this bullet hole in my head |
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Oddly enough I seem to be alive |
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Greatly dismayed I discover |
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That the feel under the covers |
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With the red toe walks |
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Can possibly be mine. |
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Won't somebody help me? |
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You've got to help me |
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Because wine and too much wine |
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And a female friend of mine |
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Rode a Mustang through my mind last night. |
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It was a Saturday, I don't matter day |
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We were drinking at the old Red Log |
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And another and another |
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With my long lost brother |
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'Til the room began to fog |
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Then a fine looking woman walked by |
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Looked me in the eye |
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Heaved a sigh and took me by surprise |
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I said: 'sit down and take your place |
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Of my long lost brother ace' |
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Who had just caved in |
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And passed out on the floor. |
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Won't somebody help me?... |
