| He ain’t filled with the morning
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| He ain’t scared of the dark
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| He doesn’t gotta worry
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| For when it’s all said and done
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| He ain’t even started
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| But he’s already done
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| Now it’s paging Mr. Bitter
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| Party of one
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| He see’s no reason
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| To lie to you
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| Get him full of liquor
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| No telling what he’ll do
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| Now it’s all gone away
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| But he keeps moving from moon to sun
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| Now it’s paging Mr. Bitter
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| Party of one
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| Darkness all around him
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| He ain’t even got a home
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| He ain’t got nobody no one to call his own
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| He’s older but not wiser
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| No one’s fault but his own
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| So it’s paging Mr. Bitter
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| Party of one
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| Now it’s paging Mr. Bitter
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| Party of one |