| I’ve been working on a cocktail called «Grounds For Divorce»
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| Whoah
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| Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
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| Whoah
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| Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse
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| Whoah
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| There’s a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep
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| and the rest you can keep
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| and the rest you can keep
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| There’s a hole in my neighborhood
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| down which of late I cannot help but fall
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| There’s a hole in my neighborhood
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| down which of late I cannot help but fall
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| Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid
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| There’s this whispering of jokers doing «Flesh by the Pound»
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| To a chorus of supporters from the little town halls
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| There’ll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge
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| And I’ll bring you further roses but it does you no good
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| and it does me no good
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| and it does you no good
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| There’s a hole in my neighborhood
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| down which of late I cannot help but fall
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| There’s a hole in my neighborhood
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| down which of late I cannot help but fall
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| There’s a hole in my neighborhood
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| down which of late I cannot help but fall
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| Someday we’ll be drinking with the seldom seen kid |