| Forty five steps to the liquior store
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| Just another breakdown that I can’t afford but
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| Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight
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| Alright
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| Forty five minitues it will all be gone
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| I’ll be strapped to the tap like nothing’s wrong but
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| Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight
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| Alright
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| These days, these nights are so ordinary
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| Smoke filled room conversation slow
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| Just leave me alone with the radio
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| Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight
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| Alright
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| Possessions never make good friends
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| You can throw it all away
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| Freedom is the race to your new beginning
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| Possessions never made much sense
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| Confessions never made much sense to me |