| Everything by the gallon
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| Nothing at all half way
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| He said to me «I guess it’s the only way
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| Only way»
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| And when I meet my dying say
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| I won’t be watching the clock
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| 'Cause I’ve heard I’ve wept I’ve overslept
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| And squeezed out
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| Every drop
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| Of your dear lips
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| And it’s out there
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| They’ll be songs to sing
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| Lengths to go to
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| And this is just the beginning
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| I am on my feet
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| I’ll be dancing slow
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| And if my attention is turned
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| Away from the task at hand
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| Drink up drink up
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| If you call yourself a man
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| O a man
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| And when I meet my dying day
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| I won’t be watching the clock
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| 'Cause I’ve heard I’ve wept I’ve overslept
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| I’ve squeezed out
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| Every drop
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| Of your dear lips
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| Yes it’s out there
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| There’ll be songs to sing
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| Lengths to go to
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| And this is just the beginning
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| I am on my feet
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| I’ll be dancing slow
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| O o o. |
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