| Well, I’ve been kicked and beaten
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| It don’t bother me no more
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| Don’t offer me no pillows
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| When I’m just fine here on the floor
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| I’ve so many wounds
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| That I hope they’ll never mend
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| But I can raise my glass up
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| For a beer with all my friends
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| 'Cause I’m the Barfly, I like to drink, that’s what I do
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| All these women in the world…
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| Why did I leave mine when times were so rough
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| All these women in the world…
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| Why did I leave mine when times were so rough
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| But when you left me baby, you left me needing more than enough
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| (Alternate Second Verse:
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| There’s a curly girl from Jersey
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| She’s sittin' on my right
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| Showin me her cleavage
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| Which she so sweetly wraps up tight
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| I snatch another whiskey
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| Just to improve the view
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| Don’t listen to the truth I’m tellin her, none of its directed at you
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| 'Cause I’m the Barfly, I like to drink, that’s what I do)
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| Well the ocean’s my home
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| I’m living on the liferaft alone
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| Well the ocean’s my home
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| I’m living on the liferaft alone
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| Now they call me flat stir crazy
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| But I’m just sittin here at the bar flat on my throne
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| Well I’ve been kicked and beaten
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| It don’t bother me no more
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| Don’t offer me no pillows
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| When I’m just fine here on the floor
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| I’ve so many wounds
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| That I hope they’ll never mend
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| But I can raise my glass up
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| For a beer with all my friends
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| 'Cause I’m the Barfly, I like to drink, that’s what I do |