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From sun-up to sun-down |
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Decisions make my head spin round |
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Make me drunk, sick and tired |
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Keep me up 'till I retire |
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And while I could be out bar hopping |
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Meat market, rocker-chick shopping |
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Out there, chasing my dick |
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In it's never-ending search for chicks |
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But, I'd rather be sleeping |
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In my bed, crashed out |
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A slice of death, wrapped up |
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All in wool, passed out |
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Drunk, you stupid fool |
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No more waking hassles |
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Weary of the daily battles |
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So on my bed, I lay curled |
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A "could be" man of the world |
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But, I'd rather be sleeping |
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In my bed, crashed out |
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A slice of death, wrapped up |
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All in wool, passed out |
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Drunk, you stupid fool |