| Hard times in the city
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| I get over, I get under
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| Don’t it make you feel dizzy?
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| All the anger
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| I don’t mean to be jealous
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| But my eyes have seen you with fellas
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| I find it hard to be part of the city when it’s so unjust
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| It makes me feel like I wanna die, that’s why
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| I don’t drink alone
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| (I never drink alone)
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| I got a big fine mamma at home
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| She calls me chicken bone
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| (My midnight tone)
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| And then she rolls me like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| Bricked up in the city and the buildings are laughing
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| Pay check burning my pocket
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| Going to buy a gold chain and a locket
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| Makes me feel like I’m gonna lie, that’s why
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| I don’t drink alone
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| (I never drink alone)
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| I got a big fine mamma at home
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| She calls me chicken bone
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| (My midnight tone)
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| And then she rolls me like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| She sings when it’s over
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| When it’s over she sings
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| She doesn’t worry as I walk out the door
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| 'Cos tomorrow I’ll bring
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| Two small chocolates and a bottle of wine, a very nice time
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| All my pennies, my farthings for my mortgage that I’m under
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| At her place all the sorrows of the world can wait 'til tomorrow
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| She makes me feel like it’s all alright, that’s why
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| I don’t drink alone
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| (I never drink alone)
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| I got a big fine mamma at home
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| She calls me chicken bone
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| (My midnight tone)
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| And the she rolls me like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| I don’t drink alone
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| (I never drink alone)
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| I got a big fine mamma at home
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| She calls me her chicken bone
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| (My midnight tone)
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| And then she rolls me like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| Like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| Like a stone
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| Like a stone
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| (I just can’t get enough)
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| Like a stone |