| Sit down if it suits you, darling.
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| Pour yourself a drink.
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| Because nothing gets you down when you’re too drunk to think.
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| I’ve got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
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| I’d love to toss it on this table.
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| But now is not the time.
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| It’s too late to dream, boys.
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| She’s already gone.
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| I’ve got nothing left but pain and grief.
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| So throw a record on.
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| And we’ll sing until the sun comes up.
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| And we’ll dance until we crash.
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| Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
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| Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
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| Tell me how you feel.
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| Because we’ve been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
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| And we both know they’re not real.
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| Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
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| I’d pluck the thorns right from your spine.
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| If I had the guts I think I have when I’m drunk,
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| Then I’d try to make you mine. |