| One glass in the mornin', two shots at night
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| Three fourths anytime that you wanna get tight
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| Drink wine to remember, swill gin to forget
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| And blame the world for the peace that you haven’t found yet
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| He stood at the bar with a bottle in his hand
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| And he complained so bitterly 'bout a world he could not understand
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| He said «All my life, I’ve hustled and paid to survive
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| Say, can’t you see, what’s wrong with the world ain’t me»
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| Ain’t nothing' like it used to be
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| Ain’t nothing' like it once was
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| Ain’t nothin' like it ought to be
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| Ain’t nothin' right no more
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| One pill in the mornin', two joints at night
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| Three spoons any time that you want to feel right
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| Toot coke to remember, shoot smack to forget
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| And blame the world for the life you haven’t lived yet
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| Get up in the mornin', give love at night
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| And take time for yourself when you’re losing the fight
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| Take care to remember, it takes time to forget
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| Thank God for the time that you haven’t had yet
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| ASCAP |