| I woke up this morning
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| Feeling strikes and gutters
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| Like I’ve been told
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| And I know I’ve had a hard one
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| When I start quoting Rex Moroux
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| It’s a hard life
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| But it;s my life
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| And it’s the only one I know
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| Last night I made love to a woman
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| I ain’t never seen before
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| My bedroom tells a story
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| Of a long and lonely night
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| So I read on
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| The white residue empty bottles too
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| Tell me all I need to know
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| It’s so hard to stay away
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| When a lonely night turns to colder days
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| A bitter man doesn’t seem to have no say
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| Strikes and gutters pave the way
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| I did my best not to hurt her
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| And I told her that I must
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| Be getting on
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| She moved quick like lightning
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| And with one blink
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| She was off and gone
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| I guess she knows the rules
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| She knows the game
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| She knows how it goes
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| When you’re alone
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| Why can’t I settle down
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| And meet somebody
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| That don’t make my heart
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| Feel like stone
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| It’s so hard to stay away
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| When a lonely night turns to colder days
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| A bitter man doesn’t seem to have no say
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| Strikes and gutters pave the way
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| It’s so hard to make a change
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| When all I done was live this way
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| A bitter man don’t seem to have no shame
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| When strikes and gutters pave the way |