| There was a time
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| When crazy days would start with wine
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| And now I tow a different line
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| I stay in bed and use my loaf instead f my bread
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| And stroll on 'cos I’ve been thinking so long
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| That something’s gonna go wrong
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| It’s gone to my head my vision’s all blurred
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| And my legs feel like lead
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| But I’m clean yeah
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| Friends with Mr Sheen yeah
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| Don’t have to wean myself up on nothing
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| I’m two minutes clean and that’s not very often
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| Stroll on
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| There was a time
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| When I would dread what I had said
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| Waking up in someone’s bed
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| Wondering who I was
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| Naked and cold
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| With an ache in my head
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| And stroll on 'cos I’ve been thinking so long
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| That’s something’s gonna go wrong
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| It’s gone to my head my vision’s all blurred
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| And my legs feel like lead
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| But I’m clean yeah
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| Friends with Charlie Sheen yeah
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| Don’t have to wean myself up on nothing
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| I’m two minutes clean and that’s not very often
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| I’m clean yeah
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| Gonna meet the queen yeah
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| I won’t be obscene yeah
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| 'cos I’m two minutes clean and that’s not very often
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| Stroll on and on and on and on and on
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| Oh yeah |