| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Here come the sole survivor
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| A face down mud covered in the rye
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| Swigging the gin with your pig faced grin
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| There’s a stagger in your stride
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| Twenty to five and he’s still alive
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| Cheddar head rubber with a glassy eye
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| He’s looking ooh, so vacant
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| Ten green bottles clean
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| Black jack helps him hit the sack
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| Then the last drop hits the sink
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| Mister nasty, mister nice
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| Straight, no chaser
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| Don’t ask him twice
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| Every night I get to hang it over with you
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| And I love it baby
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| Every night I get to drink away all my blues
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| And it feels so good
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| We’re gonna hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| And it’s just too good for you to say goodnight
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| And when you hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| There’ll be no sweet surrender
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| So try this one for size
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| Bling, bling thrills, it’s a strange business
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| Popping up a downtown die
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| Music ignites a rotten F cigar
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| The band don’t play until he hits the bar
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| That liquid tranquilizer
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| Has gone straight to his head
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| Drip, drip, drip and he’s on the rocks
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| With the sidewalk for a back
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| Had big ideas on big eyed checks
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| But the profit ain’t loaded till you hear the click
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| Every night I get to hang it over with you
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| And I love it, baby
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| Every night I get to drink away all my blues
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| And it feels so good
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| We’re gonna hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| And it’s just too good for you to say goodnight
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| And when you hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Every night I get to hang it over with you
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| And I love it baby
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| Every night I get to drink away all my blues
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| And it feels so good
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| We’re gonna hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| And it’s just too good for you to say goodnight
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| And when you hang it over
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| (Hang it over)
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| Future might be fuzzy but it’s bright
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| Olha a trip dos crazy |