| Alcohol, it makes you feel good
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| It makes you feel sick
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| Alcohol, you want more and more
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| But you’re clouded so quickly
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| The bottle beckons you
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| And you feel so weak
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| Here you are at the bottom
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| And your ego’s so big
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| You hate to be sober
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| Problems all gone
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| Your sorrow has been stolen
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| You’re full and happy now
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| This pain, this pain is too loud
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| You try, you try to come out
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| Alcohol, it makes you feel good
|
| It makes you feel sick
|
| Alcohol, you want more and more
|
| But you’re clouded so quickly
|
| You hate to be sober
|
| Problems all gone
|
| Your sorrow has been stolen
|
| You’re full and happy now
|
| This pain, this pain is too loud
|
| You try, you try to come out
|
| You are at the bottom of the bottle
|
| You, you, you are at the bottom of the bottle
|
| You hate to be sober
|
| Problems all gone
|
| Your sorrow has been stolen
|
| You’re full and happy now
|
| This pain, this pain is too loud
|
| You try, you try to come out
|
| You are at the bottom of the bottle
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| You, you, you are at the bottom of the bottle |