| Life is not really God knows what
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| But just in case, I always take what to give me:
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| A loaf of bread, a meter of sky and a full hat of sleep
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| But the Devil is looking to be nice to him too
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| Well, sometimes you dip all that jumbo in wine
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| Give me wine, let the wine be poured
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| During the days, and especially the nights
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| Because there is sorrow, my faithful friend
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| And when there is sadness, then there should be booze
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| Give me wine, I have no other wishes
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| No closer relatives, no better friends
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| Because there is sadness, that black plague of mine
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| And when there is sadness, then there must be booze
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| Luckily, I'm upside down
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| From the top of the hill, each trail leads downhill
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| Few, my child, are too good for that
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| But when I drink, it's easier for me to sort out my thoughts
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| I know, I'm where I am, but at least I eat less
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| In the fall, when the acacia falls
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| The painter chases me, whatever I start fails
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| I still, in spite of myself, that we don't like it
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| Well, the old wound was seen with the old medicine
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| Of course with wine, wouldn't you like milk? |