| And I’m quoting
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| I’m having trouble coping
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| Doctor told me to just «double up the dosage»
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| Muddled up in a bundle of emotion
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| Insignificant a puddle in the ocean
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| Guzzling the potion
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| Drowning my sorrow
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| We’re gonna be sober tomorrow
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| But I’m still holding the bottle
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| Waddle in my step
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| Windswept
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| Flat air-bubble in my crepe
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| Supertramp, champion vagrant
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| See me passed-out face down on the pavement
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| Stressed out
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| How the cheque bounced on the payment
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| Tears of a clown now
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| That’s entertainment!
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| The beauty of true intuition
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| The grand ambition of a musician’s mission
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| Another stupid decision
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| I’ve got the glass slipper
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| Now who’s the shoe fitting?
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| He got the killer instinct
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| Nose in the air like your shit don’t stink
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| Old flame, or a brand new link?
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| Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
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| Wasteman tendency
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| See me getting lean off
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| Why ain’t I achieving everything that I dreamed of?
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| Paradox walking
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| Poppycock talking
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| Corporate endorsing
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| Depleted endorphin supply
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| Wiping the tear from my eye
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| The sky is the limit
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| But I’m fearful to fly
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| An earful of hype
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| Head full of doubts
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| Lungs full of Thai
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| Now my head’s in the clouds
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| Feet on the ground
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| Ankle-deep in the gutter
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| Still kick the lid of the paint-pot
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| Let the colour spill
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| Hotline to the Devil
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| Let’s cut a deal?
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| Racking my grill
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| Got me begging for buttermilk
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| I guess it’s deep in my DNA
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| Baby-girl was the Darth Vader of T&A
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| So now everyday I’m faded off E&J
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| Chasing the grief away
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| It doesn’t have to be this way!
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| He got the killer instinct
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| Nose in the air like your shit don’t stink
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| Old flame, or a brand new link?
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| Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
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| Insane; |
| send him to a shrink
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| Better yet, just get him a drink
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| Just give him a second
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| Let him think
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| Tracks in-sync
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| Pull himself back from the brink
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| Nothing new about being skint
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| King Blue skins
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| Uphill climb
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| Brand new Timbs
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| Penthouse suite
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| Back to the twins
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| Hang up the gloves, B
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| I’m back in the ring |