| Whisky helps to clear my head
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| Bring it with you into bed
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| If I beat you nearly dead
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| I’ll regret it all in the morning
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| I’m so drunk I couldn’t care
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| If that’s a wig or your own hair
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| Here’s my ticket, take me there
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| I’ll regret it all in the morning
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| I’ll regret it all in the morning
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| When I see your smiling face
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| I’d rather be in any place but here
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| The years have left their mark
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| Your skin feels smooth as bark
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| As we shiver in the dark
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| I’ll regret it in the morning
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| As you gaze around in fright
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| With your knuckles turning white
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| You’re a lonely, lonely sight
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| To wake up to in the morning
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| This is no way to exist
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| With some girl who keeps a list
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| Naming all the boys she’s missed
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| And she’s longed for in the morning
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| I’ll regret it all in the morning
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| When I see your smiling face
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| I’d rather be in any place but here
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| Now the room is spinning fast
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| And it fades away at last
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| When this empty night is passed
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| I’ll regret it all in the morning |