| One more night, one more down
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| One more, one more round
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| First one in, last one out
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| Giving this town lots to talk about
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| They don’t know what they don’t know
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| People say I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| That ain’t no reason to stop
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| People saying that I’ve hit rock bottom
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| Just cause I’m living on the rocks
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| It’s a broken hearted thinkin' problem
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| So pull another bottle off the wall
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| People say I got a drinkin' problem
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| But I’ve got no problem drinkin' at all
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| They keep on talking, drawing conclusions
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| They call it a problem, I call it a solution
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| Last call gets later and later
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| I come in here so I don’t have to hate her
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| Same old folks, same old songs
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| The same old same old blue neon
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| The same old buzz, just because
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| People say I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| That ain’t no reason to stop
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| People saying that I’ve hit rock bottom
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| Just cause I’m living on the rocks
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| It’s a broken hearted thinkin' problem
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| So pull another bottle off the wall
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| People say I got a drinkin' problem
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| But I’ve got no problem drinkin' at all
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| They keep on talking, drawing conclusions
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| They call it a problem, I call it a solution
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| Just sitting here in all my grand illusions
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| They call it a problem, I call it a solution
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| Just a solution
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| It’s a broken hearted thinkin' problem
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| So pull another bottle off the wall
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| People say I got a drinkin' problem
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| But I’ve got no problem drinkin' at all
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| They keep on talking, drawing conclusions
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| They call it a problem, I call it a solution
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| Sitting here in all my grand illusions
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| They call it a problem, I call it a solution |