| Hey boys. |
| I’ve come a long way
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| Along in the sun and the rain
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| What am I doing here? |
| No-star hotel
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| Wasting my wealth
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| Telling myself to go to hell
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| Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
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| Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob
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| Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
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| My cruelty is dependable
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| And my ugliness is rugged
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| Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
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| In the distance I can hear a kid
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| Singing a Christmas carol
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| And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
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| The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
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| Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing
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| Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
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| Me of all people, my mind’s in a tail-spin
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| I’m just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
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| Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn’t know
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| She said I’m a way better lover than her husband
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| I’ve had a whole lot of fights
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| Along in the sun and rain
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| Where am I going? |
| Backwards to nowhere
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| In another man’s shoes instead of my own pair
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| I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
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| I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
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| I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
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| Lookin' at myself in the mirror
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| I’m at a loss for words
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| I’m good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
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| Holding my face in my hands like fine China…
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| I’ve seen a whole lot of towns
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| Along in the sun and rain
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| We met up again, went undercover literally
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| I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
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| Physics and photography, a little
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| Russian history
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| Everything about her to me was such a mystery
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| I gave her the once over
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| She gave me the blood blister
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| She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her
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| Call me mister. |
| Crucial inspiration
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| All she wanted was my lust and useful information
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| What am I putting myself thru this crap for?
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| Feels like I’m standing on top of a trap door
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| Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
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| Scavenger-hunter my life is like a folding chair
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| My daily routine is down to a system
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| I give regular people truth and wisdom
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| That’s what I do -it's my job- the prophet/profit
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| I can see the future and make money off it…
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| I’ve kissed a whole lot of lips
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| Along in the sun and rain |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk WIthout Drinking, artist - Buck 65. Album song Secret House Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп