| Drunk you says I’m the prettiest girl in the world
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| And you’ve never seen anything like it
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| Drunk you says I’m a fool for chasing my silly dreams
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| All the way down the bad street
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| Drunk you says we should get out of L. A
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| Hit the desert, you escapist with your clichés
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| Drunk you says that you’re sick of all the hussle and
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| Nobody’s left here talking about Arthur Russell
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| And why not?
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| Drunk you won’t say you love me on a Wednesday
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| Drunk you doesn’t know what you’ll feel the next day
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| But I know even drunk you can’t pretend you don’t care
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| Drunk you wonders the streets, although you’re tired and
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| You’ve seen every boarded up window
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| Drunk you stumbles in calling my name from the doorway
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| And my name never sounded so sorrow
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| Drunk you paints such a picture of a world I’ll never see
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| But I’m too naive to digest it
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| Drunk you wants all the things you’ll never try for
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| When you’re straight and too rational to justify your impulse
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| Drunk you won’t even call me when I’m crying
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| Drunk you can’t keep a straight face when you’re lying |
| But I know even drunk you can’t pretend you don’t care
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| Drunk you won’t even call me when I’m crying
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| Drunk you can’t keep a straight face when you’re lying
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| But I know even drunk you can’t pretend you don’t care |