| Well I poured myself from this lonely bottle
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| My clown shoes got hung in the neck
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| And I dangled there in amazement
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| At the man who can’t pay the check
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| Tried to trace my staggering footsteps
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| As they wander side-by-side
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| And I’m walking along to the melody
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| Of the wino’s lullaby
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| Wino’s lullaby, wino’s lullaby
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| Wino’s lullaby, wino’s lullaby
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| The path I follow, it wanders
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| Through laughter and liquor and song
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| The beautiful shows, the highs and lows
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| The time always seems too long
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| Boys and girls are all falling in love
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| And soaring to dizzying heights
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| The breakdowns, the shakedowns
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| The setups, the knockdowns
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| Early morning under the lights
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| Music is my lover
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| My killer and my surprise
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| I’m playing along to the melody
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| Of the wino’s lullaby
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| Well I drag myself from the madness
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| And follow my heart back home
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| This woman’s she’s been waiting
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| And feeling awfully alone
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| We suffer here in the silence
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| As she is starting to cry
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| I’m falling asleep to the melody
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| Of the wino’s lullaby |