| Dug up a fifth of Hood River gin
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| That stuff tastes like medicine
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| But I’ll take it
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| It’ll do
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| On the couch in the living room all day long
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| Music on the television playing our song
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| And I’m in the mood
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| The mood for you
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| Turn the volume up real high
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| All of that money, look at it fly
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| And you smoking
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| Like a chimney
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| Shadows crawled across the living room’s length
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| I held onto you with a desperate strength
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| With everything
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| With everything in me
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| And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing
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| On which our survival depends
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| People say friends don’t destroy one another
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| What do they know about friends?
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| Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon
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| Everything’s going to be okay soon
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| Maybe tomorrow
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| Maybe the next day
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| Carried you up the stairs that night
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| All of this could be yours if the price is right
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| I heard cars headed down to oblivion
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| Up on the expressway
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| Your drunken kisses, as light as the air
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| Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises
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| Our house sinking into disrepair
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| Ah, but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes |