| Three in the morning came without a warning
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| Wound up with some old buccaneers
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| Tellin' lies about the time I won the Nobel Prize
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| Guess who bought all the beers
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| Well, you’d think I’d have tamed my old dragons by now
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| I’ve always tried to be a good scout
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| But every now and then they come swoopin' in
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| Saying, «Bubba, it’s time to go out»
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| Now it’s fun to wake up in a strange chateau
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| After racing 'round Paris in a Deux Chevaux
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| My wingman’s crashing but I’m not flying solo
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| 'Cause he traded places with the devil I know
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| Devil I know, devil I know
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| Well, life can be confusing but things need excusin'
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| To separate the turns from the twists
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| If I had a Richter scale for spouting forked tales
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| We’d all be high on that shit list
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| Well, the hitch to living hard is when you drop your guard
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| And wind up in a headline or a cell
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| Then compromise, or worse, apologize
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| Welcome to the world of sinkin' spells
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| Messing with my mind was fun at the time
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| Tossing to and fro in a tricky undertow
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| Deviants and derelicts, lurking high and low
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| Ridin' shotgun with the devil I know
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| Devil I know, devil I know
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| Let’s go ridin', devil
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| There were times, there were places
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| We played near and far
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| From the old Anchor Inn to the Suez Canal bar
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| From the Kraken to Manhattan
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| Le Select to Old Saigon
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| Mojitos in Havana
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| Timbuktu 'til dawn
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| Three in the mornin', feral cats are yawnin'
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| Full moon sinking in the bay
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| Spoonbills in flight, oh, what a sight
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| As I sip on my café au lait
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| Well, the birds got me thinkin' 'bout going day drinkin'
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| A hall pass to be the old me
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| Don’t need hops and barley to throw a little party
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| Señorita, una mas iced tea
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| Hell, it’s fun to go fishing on a new slack tide
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| Wake up living life on the flip side
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| Them dragons ain’t gone, but they’re fading like an old tattoo
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| Lots of mystery in the history of the devils I knew
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| Devils I knew, devils I knew |