| The sun you know it rots my brain
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| The way I walk is with a cane
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| The wind it blows it takes me in
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| And times it turns it makes me thin
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| My life is going down the drain
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| My wife you know she went insane
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| My kids are messed up in the brain
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| But when I’m high I feel no shame
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| When my mind won’t hold still
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| When I feel the sickening chills
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| When I feel I’ve had my fill
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| And every voice I hear is shrill
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| I calm myself with whiskey and pills
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| I calm myself with whiskey and pills
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| The people I know
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| Their number’s changed
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| Their view of me is rearranged
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| The way I see they’re really strange
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| I’ve got no reason to play their games, yeah
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| They look at me with eyes a stare
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| I look at them but I don’t care
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| I tell them all, what’s fair is fair
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| And here and there and everywhere
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| When my mind won’t hold still
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| When I feel the sickly chills
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| When I feel I’ve had my fill
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| And every voice I hear is shrill
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| I call upon my friends
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| Whiskey and pills
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| I call upon my friends
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| Whiskey and pills
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| Ooh, ooh, whiskey and pills
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| When you see me
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| I’m a-roaming around
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| My face hits the pavement
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| Yes I’m on the ground
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| Turn me around, see if I’m okay
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| Check out this smile
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| That’s on my face
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| I never thought I was gonna die
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| Until I stared into God’s eyes
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| He said to me «well, come on son
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| Better shape up boy, your days are done»
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| Up my mind I got the chills
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| Even though he talked with skill
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| Of the voice I heard the shrill
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| It was a sound I had to kill
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| I turned around and grabbed
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| The whiskey and pills
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| Can’t say goodbye to
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| Whiskey and pills
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| I call upon my friends
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| Whiskey and pills
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| I calm myself with
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| Whiskey and pills |