Forty five steps to the liquior store
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Just another breakdown that I can't afford but
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Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
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Alright
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Forty five minitues it will all be gone
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I'll be strapped to the tap like nothing's wrong but
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Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
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Alright
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These days, these nights are so ordinary
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Smoke filled room conversation slow
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Just leave me alone with the radio
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Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight
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Alright
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End of the tunnel couldn't light my path
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Souls warring down still running fast but
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Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight,
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Alright
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Possessions never make good friends
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You can throw it all away
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Freedom is the race to your new beginning
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Possessions never made much sense
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Confessions never made much sense to me
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These days, these nights are so ordinary
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Ordinary
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| Lucky Boys Confusion |
