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The party's over |
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I can't drink no more |
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My head is hurtin' |
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I'm looking for the door |
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But it's so hard to find |
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So hard to find |
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Walk to my car on my hands and my knees |
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Hand in my pocket |
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I'm looking for the keys |
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But they're so hard to find |
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Look at my son, he's no friend of mine |
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Reach for my shades before |
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I go blind |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I don't wanna know |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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I'm seeing double |
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The whisky's to blame |
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I'm having trouble remembering my name |
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So hard to tell, it's so hard to tell |
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Can't get no sleep |
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There's a quarrel and fight |
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I'm not sure if |
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I'm dead or alive |
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So hard to tell |
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Look at my son |
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He's no friend of mine |
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Reach for my shades before |
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I go blind |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I don't wanna know |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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I can't believe it's really me in the mirror |
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Feel like |
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I'm falling off the rails looks like a hellhouse on my tail |
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Look at my son |
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He's no friend of mine |
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Reach for my shades before |
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I go blind |
|
Maybe tomorrow |
|
I don't wanna know |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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All messed up |
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All messed up |
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All messed up with no place to go |
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All messed up with no place to go |
