| Juicin it up 'til I can’t see what’s in front of me
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| Can you help me make it up the stairs
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| So I can hit the sack and maybe get some sleep
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| A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
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| One more swig will alter my psychology
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| My mornings are pure misery, ice pack on my head
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| It’s another Bloody Mary morning
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| And I’m feeling pretty sore, wish I was dead
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| A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
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| One more swig will alter my psychology
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| Drowning all my sorrows in my gin
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| I wish that I just knew where I had been last night
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| Last call for alcohol, it’s the ending of my night
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| Bought me a case of Tylenol just to make me feel all right
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| Yeah, I said «Hey Riki, wanna take me down to the store
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| To buy another bottle» I said
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| A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
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| One more swig will alter my mentology
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| Got a bottle in front of me
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| Like a frontal lobotomy |