| All the streets look the same 'til I’m fumbling for change
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| Light on the porch like we had arranged
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| Home street home, it cheers me
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| Pat my pockets for the key
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| The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses
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| Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us
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| Those two in despair
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| After this round we’re square
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| Yeah, we’re square
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| There’s many a slip between lager and lip
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| Conversation gets average and mean
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| Half asleep and seeing double
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| It’s time for me to leave
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| Stood for a second while my eyes demisted
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| My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted
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| Stepped into the hail for a taxi
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| It’s raining ice, but «Just relax» he said
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| Christ you’re up across town
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| You look like a ghost
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| Just try and keep it down
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| Keep it down…
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| There’s many a slip between lager and lip
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| Conversation gets average and mean
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| Half asleep and seeing double
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| It’s time for me to leave
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| When I come home full up
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| You sigh «Come here beer nut» |