My eyes are aching from the weight on them
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The pain of living is such a bore
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To make you happy I must bend for you
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But I can't take it anymore.
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And all the morning birds may laugh at me
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But they've got the same straight jobs to do
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And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
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With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
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I stumbled around with my eyes half closed
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And curse the sun for being so bright
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I hold you close, feel your warmth and wonder why
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The river of life for you runs right.
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And all the morning birds may laugh at me
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But they've got the same straight jobs to do
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And I can't see who is the biggest fool of all
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With my eyes all scarred from a whiskey night.
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My head is poundin' as I'm sittin' here
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And my mind's not workin' like it should
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Come on, guitar, you've got to save me
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And get me back feelin' like I should.
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Whiskey Night
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| Reo Speedwagon |
