| Billy wasn’t sober
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| He got pulled over in Chinatown
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| Liquor on his breath
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| Stuffs a pistol in the cushion
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| Rolls the window down
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| Oh well, his heart it races like hundred-yard dash
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| Stone cold on his face
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| Policeman sends him reluctantly on his way
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| Billy wasn’t sober
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| He was hungover
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| It was 10 am
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| Another day of work
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| Clutching the pillow like his only friend
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| Oh, well, he’s past his prime
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| He’s a dinosaur
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| Steadfast in his ways
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| No aces left, but he still has cards to play
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down
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| He’s feeling getting older
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| The chip on his shoulder’s getting heavier
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| Weight of the world
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| Spins and obscures into oblivion
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| This ain’t living it’s waiting around to die
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| There must be another way
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| Under his breath he says
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| Things have got to change
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down
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| Searching but they got no soul
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| Wishing he could flip a switch
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| Turn his life around and face the fact
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| That life’s a bitch
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down
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| And he hopes today he’ll swim his way to Avalon
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| He’s not all the way down |