| Bring me wine and pass me rum and soda
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| The cheapest coca-cola and chop me one more line
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| Make me drunk and give me one more fag
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| To take a final drag
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| Tomorrow will be mine
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| Tonight I’m gonna listen to the body of mine
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| Tonight I’m gonna listen to the body of mine
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| Cause I lived in oblivion for pretty long time
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| I lived in oblivion for pretty long time
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| I lived in oblivion for a pity-pretty long-long time
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| Tell my friends and tell my younger brother
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| Tell my dad and tell my mother that I still walk the line
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| Give a hug to all my mates and neighbours
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| And do me one last favour: bring me some more wine
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| Tonight I’m gonna travel to the navel of life
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| Tonight I’m gonna travel to the navel of life
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| I’ll be lost, I’ll be found in every corner of this town
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| Lost and found in every corner of this town
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| Lost and found in every corner of this goddamn town
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| This is what I got
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| Liquor in my blood
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| Blisters on the hands and the soul
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| Time to ease the pain
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| Liquor in my veins
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| This is how it feels to get old
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| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine
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| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine
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| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine
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| I’ll be lost, I’ll be found on every corner of this town
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| Lost and found on every corner of this town
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| Lost and found on every corner of this town
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| All I ever got
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| Is liquor in my blood
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| Blisters on the hands and the soul
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| Time to realize
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| I’m closing down my eyes
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| This is what it’s like to get old
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| All I ever got
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| Is liquor in my blood
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| Blisters on the hands and the soul |