| I’m counting back
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| The number of the steps
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| It took for me to get
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| Back on the wagon of the weekend
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| I’ll use the auto-timer to prove that
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| I’ll get home with my imagination
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| If they find the body in the basement
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| «In the very house that she was raised in!»
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| I’m taking down
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| The number of the Times
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| So when we get the sign
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| From god I’ll be the first to call them
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| I’m taking back the number of the beast
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| Cause 6 is not a pretty number
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| 8 or 3 are definitely better
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| A is for the address on the letter
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| To my alcoholic friends
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| I’m trying hard
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| Not to be ashamed
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| Not to know the name
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| Of who is waking up beside me
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| Or the date, the season or the city
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| But at least the ceiling’s very pretty
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| And if you are holding it against me
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| I’ll be on my best behavior
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| Taking shots for mother nature
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| Once my fist is in the cupboard
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| Love is never falling over
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| (Hey!)
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| (One, two, three, four!)
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| Should I choose a noble occupation?
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| If I did I’d only show up late and
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| Sick and they would stare at me with hatred
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| Plus my only natural talent’s wasted on my alcoholic friends
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| My alcoholic friends
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| The party never ends
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| My alcoholic friends |