| Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating
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| Working hard is my reward and my life is so frustrating
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| I’m a martyr to myself and a hero to my family
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| I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free.
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| But instead I’ll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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| I’m a drunk and a sentimental man, so —
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| Dust us off a bottle of your best
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends…
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| In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
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| I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
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| 'Cause I wimped out on myself, and on my friends and family
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| 'Cause they don’t appreciate I sacrificed my dreams.
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| But instead I’ll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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| I’m a drunk and a sentimental man, so —
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| Dust us off a bottle of your best
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me.
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| To departed friends, to departed friends…
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| To departed friends, to departed friends
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| To departed friends…
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| Departed!
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| (solo)
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| Hey there guys, I’m not the enemy
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| It’s just shared frustration that makes us fight
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| It’s a long way to drive to not make any money
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| Merry Christmas — at least we gotta try
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| But instead I’ll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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| I’m a drunk and a sentimental man, so —
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| Dust us off a bottle of your best
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me…
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| But instead I’ll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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| I’m a drunk and a sentimental man, so —
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| Dust us off a bottle of your best
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me,
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me,
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| Irish whiskey and drink with me.
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| To departed friends. |