| You and me, reality out of my fantasy
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| We had it all
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| But somehow it slipped away
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| We set the night on fire
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| The roaring thunder of our own desire
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| Just you and me
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| Now there are only cloudy skies
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| Inside of my mind
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| We had it in our hand
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| Took it for granted
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| It would never end
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| Best cards
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| Our house of cards collapsed
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| Now I am locked behind the bars
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| Oh baby I want you back
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| I long for shelter but I got the sack
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| From our love
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| And so I drink my soul away
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| Pissed night and day
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| I’m too drunk to cry
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| And you’re the reason why
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| I wanna die
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| I’m too drunk to see
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| What fool you made of me
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| I stumble through the pubs
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| Spend all my money in those rotten clubs
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| But there’s no chance
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| To find a substitute for you
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| Out of the blue, oh no
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| And now it hurts so bad
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| Cuts like a knife
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| And almost drives me mad
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| Can’t help myself
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| Hope shakes my hand and says
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| «Goodby, perhaps we’ll meet again
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| One fine day»
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| I’m too drunk to cry
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| And you’re the reason why
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| I wanna die
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| I’m too drunk to see
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| What fool you made of me
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| And so I drink another Whiskey
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| Cos the best is yet to come
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| A pint of stout will help me
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| To get back to the sun
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| I’m looking for redemption
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| At the bottom of my glass
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| Can anyone give help
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| To the prisoner of the bar
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| I’m too drunk to cry
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| And you’re the reason why
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| I wanna die
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| I’m too drunk to see
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| What fool you made of me
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| And now it hurts so bad
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| Cuts like a knife
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| And almost drives me mad
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| Can’t help myself
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| Hope shakes my hand and says
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| «Goodby, perhaps we’ll meet again
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| One fine day»
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| «Last order» from the bar
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| My fate is sealed: alone
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| A fading star
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| Solace drowned in my last stout
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| I was in, now I’m out
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| I’m too drunk to cry
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| And you’re the reason why
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| I wanna die
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| I’m too drunk to see
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| What fool you made of me |