| Many’s the time I’ve been thinking about changing my ways
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| But when it gets right down to it it’s the same drunken haze
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| I’m serving a sentence to write life’s sentences
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| It’s only when I’m out of it I make sense of this
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| Just for the record I’m gonna put it down, down
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| Just for the record I’m gonna change my life around
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| Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym
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| Just a bar-room dancer on my final fling
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| Just another writer paying off my dues
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| Just finding inspiration, well that’s my excuse
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| Just for the record I’m gonna put it down, down
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| Just for the record I’m gonna change my life around
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| Just another empty gesture with an empty glass
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| Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask,
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| But I’ve got no discipline, got no self control
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| Just a little less painful here when my back’s against the wall
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| It’s too late, I found, it’s too far, I’m in two minds
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| Both of them are out of it at the bar
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| When you say I got a problem that’s a certainty
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| But I can put it all right down to eccentricity
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| It’s just for the record it’s just a passing phase
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| Just for the record I can stop any day |