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Jesus, why don't you have a fucking drink? |
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Cause you're driving everybody crazy with this shit... |
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We get wasted on a regular basis, |
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party 'til we're red in the faces, |
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D D Dance, revving the basses, |
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'cause we hollow, we ain't ready to face it. |
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I'm addicted to little things: |
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Nicotine's in my genes, but I'm mainly a liquor fiend. |
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Never giving in, never living clean, |
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never really listening, when I hear my liver SCREAM. |
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Water is forbidden, it's forfeiting. |
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It's friday night, so release the force within. |
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Do what you want'cause you're living, |
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and what you say will be forgotten or forgiven. |
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One sip, Two sips, Three sips, Four, |
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One bottle, Two bottles, we need more. |
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Liquor stores greet me open-armed, |
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so I boycott water for something strong. |
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(Come fill me up) |
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When a week's trouble rebuttals, we guzzle |
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to release a puddle of puke and see double. |
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Some beef, some snuggle, some people cuddle, |
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some black out 'til they can't repiece the puzzle. |
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Next day I'm in a critical state, chemical waste's |
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in my kidneys and my vision's opaque, |
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my ligaments shake, shiver and ache, |
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my liver inflates and my belly won't give me a break. |
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I feel like the bottom of the bottle 'cause I'm hollow |
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and I gotta swallow plenty 'cause my body full of sorrow. |
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Bottoms up! That's the motto, |
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and I tell the bar tender I'll be back tomorrow. |
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It ain't hard to catch or follow, |
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I spend cash like I cracked the lotto, |
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fuck my head up 'til i stagger and waddle home |
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and I tell myself: |
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From One glass of water to Two, Three, Four, |
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You can be sure I won't drink no more, |
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My best friend is Evian |
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until I boycott water again... |
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From One glass of water to Two, Three, Four, |
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You can be sure I won't drink no more, |
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My best friend is Evian |
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until I boycott water again... For something strong! |
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Come fill me up, drink me down |
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(One sip, two sips, three sips, four/ |
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One bottle two bottles, we need more) |