| When I woke up this morning from the night before
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| My brain was pulsating, I was battered and sore
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| Nothing I tried would satisfy
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| Cold Coke and Pepsi or Canada Dry
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| What’s so wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| What’s so wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| Finally pulled myself out of my bed
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| Feeling kinda dodgy, I was feeling half dead
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| Done it before, probably do it again
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| Don’t know if I ever will learn
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| What’s so wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| What’s so wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| There’s nothing wrong, hair of the dog, yeah
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| Hair of the dog
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| Hair of the dog
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| Finally pulled myself out of my bed |