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I woke up late this morning |
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I pulled myself right out of bed |
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Right outside my window |
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The rain was fallin' hot as lead |
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So I drank a pint of rum |
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Till it rushed up to the top of my head |
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Then lookin' kinda pale |
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I drank a glass of ale again |
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Lift a toast to the past |
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Drink to the future at last |
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Then fill another glass |
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'Cause it's comin' up much too fast |
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Now runnin' through the streets |
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Lookin' for some hospitality |
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I found the nearest inn |
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And I had a fifth of gin sent to me |
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When I saw a small dispute |
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Over girls of ill repute, naturally |
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Then the lights went out |
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And I took a subtle hint to leave |
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Lift a toast to the past |
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Drink to the future at last |
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Then fill another glass |
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'Cause it's comin' up much too fast |
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Can you feel it |
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Can you feel it at all? |
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Can you feel it |
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Can you feel it at all? |
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Sittin' on a fence |
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Breaking your defense for affection |
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Watchin' every move |
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Though you haven't got a clue or suspicion |
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You know you're looking fine |
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But you're thinkin' there's some kind of connection |
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You're asking is that all |
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Lookin' through a crystal ball for direction |
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Lift a toast to the past |
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Drink to the future at last |
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Then fill another glass |
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'Cause it's comin' on much too fast |
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Can you feel it |
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Can you feel it at all? |
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Can you feel it |
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Can you feel it at all? |
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