| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Tell my mama and tell my pa That their fine young son didnt get far
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| He made it to the end of a bottle
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| Sitting in a sleazy bar
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| He tried hard but his spirit broke
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| He tried until he nearly choked
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| In the end he lost his
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| Bottle drinking alcohol
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Tell my brother I tried to write and
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| Put pen to paper but I was frightened
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| I couldnt seem to get the words out right
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| Right quite right
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| Tell my sister Im sinking slow
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| Now and again I powder my nose
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| In the end I lost my bottle
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| It smashed in a casbah
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive been messing with the heavy stuff
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| For a time I couldnt get enough
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| But Im waking up and its wearing off
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| Junk dont take you far
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| Tell my mama Im coming home
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| In my youth Im getting older
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| And I think its lost control
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| Mama Im coming home
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff
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| Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff |