| Once my girl was conscious, she had better days with you
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| Then fame and fortune came your way and made a change in you
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| You climbed your latter of success and I’m not on solid ground
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| And when it starts to trouble, pick me up on your way down
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| Pick me up when rose are shattered, when false friends cannot be found
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| Oh you know I’ll still be drinking, pick me up on your way down
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| I’ve hit the bottom of the glass, there’s just one way to go
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| The world I’ve chosen for my own is one you’ll never know
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| When folks say they don’t know me, say I’m not on solid ground
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| You will find me in my alley, pick me up on your way down
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| Pick me up when rose are shattered, when false friends cannot be found
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| Oh you know I’ll still be drinking, pick me up on your way down
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| Pick me up when rose are shattered, when false friends cannot be found
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| Oh you know I’ll still be drinking, pick me up on your way down |