| Sipping whiskey from a paper cup
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| You drown your sorrows till you can’t stand up
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| Take a look at what you’ve done to yourself
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| Why don’t you put the bottle back on the shelf
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| Yellow fingers from your cigarettes
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| Your hands are shaking while your body sweats
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| Why don’t you look into Jesus, He’s got the answer
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| Gonorrhea on Valentines Day
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| And you’re still looking for the perfect lay
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| You think rock and roll will set you free
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| You’ll be deaf before your thirty three
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| Shooting junk till your half insane
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| Broken needle in your purple vein
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| Why don’t you look into Jesus, He’s got the answer
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| You work all night, sleep all day
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| You take your money, throw it all away
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| You say you’re going to be a superstar
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| But you’ve never hung around enough to find out who you really are
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| Think back to when you were a child
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| Your soul was free, your heart ran wild
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| Each day was different, and life was a thrill
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| You knew tomorrow would be better still
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| Things have changed you’re much older now
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| If you’re unhappy and you don’t know how
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| Why don’t you look into Jesus, He’s got the answer |