| When daylight appears
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| Through a crack in the curtain
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| I’m laying in bed
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| Staring up at the skirting
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| I’m alone in my room
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| But someone is turning the key in the door
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| And I wake up to find
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| It’s still daylight outside
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| There’s a taste in my mouth
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| Like the thoughts in my mind
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| And I wake up to find
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| That I left on the light the world can take a jump
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| I’m feeling like a lump when daylight appears
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| Through a crack in my mind
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| I won’t ever go drinking again
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| When daylight appears
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| It’s the third time around
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| And I swear I won’t drink
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| Ever again with that crowd
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| What on earth did I say
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| Did I let the side down I’ve been guilty before
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| And I wake up to see
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| The old wonderful me
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| All naked and wrinkled
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| From knots in the sheets
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| And I get up to see
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| My hair like a tree
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| The world can shut the door
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| Because I’m feeling so sore when daylight appears with my eyes full of sleep
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| I won’t ever go drinking again
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| Aaaaah how my head’s like an anvil
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| Aaaaah go the sparks as I angle
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| Aaaaah goes the spray from the shower
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| How could I smell like a flower
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| When I feel like weed in the rain
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| I won’t ever go drinking again |