| «Resolve is never stronger than in the morning after the night it was never
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| weaker»
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| What do you think of that?
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| It’s a load of bollocks
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| I thought of that
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| Emerging from the aftershow with eyes like piss holes in the snow
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| Midnight’s mirror has revealed what the morning keeps concealed
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| Opulence and Chintz decor are wasted on those about to score
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| Talking to the pig in boots
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| She’s your friend when she wants some more
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| So I said to myself
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| «Well well
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| You fell
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| Down the same hole again
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| Now you’re your only friend»
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| I’m like a shadow you can’t shake
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| From the warmups to the aftershow
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| This is the dream into which I’ll wake
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| There’s no limit to the low
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| If a blizzard blows inside a well
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| Does it leave a mark you can’t dispel?
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| Still the day after the night before
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| Resolve is never less, it’s more
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| So I said to myself
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| «Well well
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| You fell
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| Down the same hole again
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| Now you’re your only friend
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| Down the same hole again
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| Now you’re your only friend»
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| I’m like a shadow you can’t shake
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| From the warmups to the aftershow
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| No matter how little or much I take
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| There’s no limit to the low
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| I’m always here when the lights come up
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| And there’s nowhere else to go
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| Just like a record that gets stuck
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| I re-live it blow by blow |