| I’ve had a drink and a smile in every port of heaven
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| And from a 5 on the dial I’m at 8, 9, 10 and 11
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| I’ve gotta find a way, I’ve gotta fix me a buzz
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| I’ve got a pain like a pain and I want it to stay
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| Could be yours, could be mine
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| Could be there any time I want
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| Nurse!
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| Make me well
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| I come here straight from hell so the ground is yours
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| I’ve been through anger, peace and honesty
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| And all I got was patience, yes I did
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| But the good’s getting better
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| And the bad are merely minor frustrations
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| I’ve got to find a way to keep the way I find
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| 'Cos the chances are good that it won’t let you down
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| Like maybe drinking with Keef
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| Or seeing Dolly Parton’s tits
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| Nurse!
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| Make me well
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| De-louse me, clean me up 'til I’m free to go
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| Keep it maximum…
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| File under 'Lost in the truth somewhere'
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| And you’ll find me
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| I’ve got my hate and my fear and my hang-ups
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| Here to remind me
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| I gotta climb away, I gotta kick the crust
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| I’ve got to think like I do, like I always did
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| Keeping time for the kind that ain’t out to waste time
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| Nurse!
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| Make me fine
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| Remind me that there’s never been a better time to be alive
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| To the better times
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| To the best times
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| To the bed times
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| The sheets are getting sticky
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| Keep it maximum… |