| Well we were talking and we were drinking
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| Letting the fat flow go
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| And we were asking and we were thinking
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| In the belly of a bar
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| It was easy almost indifferent
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| Until my heckles rise
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| What’s that you’re asking if I remember?
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| The pub walls are dissolving
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| The guilt was thin then, his hair long
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| Brown to match his eyes
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| It’s none of your business what his name was
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| Would I even get a prize?
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| There’s been a hundred and that’s not boasting
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| Just the ways of this world
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| How dare he even ask this?
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| These pub walls are drowning
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| Your glass is empty just like your heard
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| It’s these times I don’t know you
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| And how about you can you remember?
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| You shake your head and say «Drunk.»
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| It’s a small thing why am I angry?
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| These words are signs of warning
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| Because behind them there’s the implication…
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| The pub is burning down
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| So do I get a prize for remembering that first time
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| Do I get a prize for remembering his name? |