| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you put it on my tab
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| You put it on my tab
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| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you take what you should’ve left
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| And leave what you should’ve grabbed
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| What drunk with any common sense at all
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| Would mix his beer and gin like that?
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| You must really want to get it back
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| Or may I suggest a draft to help you digest
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| The sugar in that Boone’s Farm Wine
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| Or any other really cheap apple kind
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| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you put it on my tab
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| You put it on my tab
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| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you take what you should’ve left
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| And leave what you should’ve grabbed
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| What kind of drunk with any self-respect at all
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| Would give up on his friends that way
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| Would give in to the pressure’s sway?
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| I never asked you to swim
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| In that soup bowl of contempt
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| So full of wine and bar mop slop
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| Spilling on the girls like a bull in a china shop
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| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you put it on my tab
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| You put it on my tab
|
| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you take what you should’ve left
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| And leave what you should’ve grabbed
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| What drunk with any common sense at all
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| Would mix his beer and gin like that?
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| You must really want to get it back
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| Did I ever ask you to swim
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| In that soup bowl of our contempt?
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| So full of wine and bar mop slop
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| Spilling on the girls like a bull in a china shop
|
| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
|
| But you put it on my tab
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| You put it on my tab
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| You drink and drink
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| You never got a reason
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| But you take what you should’ve left
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| And leave what you should’ve grabbed
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| You take what you |