| To all those people living in their flats not so pristine
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| Who look up from the alleyways at the sky that we’ve both seen
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| For some I now they see it from a different point of view
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| The red doors painted black the sky is grey not baby blue
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| So lighten up have a cup of my happy golden drink
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| It will taste strong to begin with, but you’ll get used to it I think
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| It’ll wash away your sorrows and soak up your concern
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| Only trouble when you wake up… not a single tables turned
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| But it’s alright… it’s alright… it’s alright…
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| (whistling)
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| So if you’re a bit unhappy or you’re slightly depressed
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| Just humble on to this song I wrote, relieve some of your stress
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| Cause when I sing the Chorus there’s one thing I know for sure
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| A nice clean shot of whiskey is my recommended cure
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| So lighten up have a cup of my happy golden drink
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| It will taste strong to begin with, but you’ll get used to it I think
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| It’ll wash away your sorrows and soak up your concern
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| Only problem when you wake up… not a single tables turned
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| But it’s alright… it’s alright… it’s alright.
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| It’s alright… It’s alright… it’s alright…
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| So lighten up have a cup of my happy golden drink
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| It will taste strong to begin with, but you’ll get used to it I think
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| It’ll wash away your sorrows and soak up your concern
|
| Only problem when you wake up… not a single tables turned
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| So lighten up have a cup of my happy golden drink
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| It will taste strong to begin with but, you’ll get used to it I think
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| It’ll wash away your sorrows and soak up your concern
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| Only problem when you wake up… not a single tables turned |