| Morning sunshine through the curtain
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| Throws a Rorschach on my wall
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| Waking up wide asleep
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| I try unraveling it all
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| By all rights I should be dead
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| From this bullet hole in my head
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| Oddly enough I seem to be alive
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| Greatly dismayed I discover
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| That the feel under the covers
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| With the red toe walks
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| Can possibly be mine
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| Won’t somebody help me?
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| You’ve got to help me
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| Because wine and too much wine
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| And a female friend of mine
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| Rode a Mustang through my mind last night
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| It was a Saturday, I don’t matter day
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| We were drinking at the old Red Log
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| And another and another
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| With my long lost brother
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| 'Til the room began to fog
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| Then a fine looking woman walked by
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| Looked me in the eye
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| Heaved a sigh and took me by surprise
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| I said: 'sit down and take your place
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| Of my long lost brother ace'
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| Who had just caved in
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| And passed out on the floor
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| Won’t somebody help me… |