| Sun streams through the window, it’s another day
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| I lie in bed, nursing my hangover
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| Couldn’t stomach breakfast, I feel like throwing up
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| The switch to double Brandies was a big mistake
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| Now my mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage
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| It’s nature’s way of telling me that I had better stop
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after
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| Wake up, and face the morning after |