| Three pills in weekly compartments
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| How do three fill a one room apartment?
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| As we cast our vote
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| You light up a roll under your coat
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| Spare time, amateur dramatics
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| From an old script we found in the attic
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| As we learn our lines
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| We’re living it one day at a time
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| Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair
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| Top of the twelfth step, a cross on the calendar
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| Steady and sober, talking it over, are we all right now?
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| Late night, a comedy open mic
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| We head for the glow of the exit light
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| And miss the joke
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| Downing our Bacardis and Cokes
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| Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair
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| Top of the twelfth step, we fall off the banister
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| Steady and sober, talking it over, are we all right now?
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| And I thought I could help it, I thought I could hold it down
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| No one was closer to making the final round
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| Sat in a circle, a note in the journal, are we all right now?
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| All right now
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| All right now
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| Cross dress a face in the mirror ball
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| A hot mess, a rave in the dinner hall
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| We rise up and over the houses
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| And we won’t look down |