Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy
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It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory
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And he found it, underneath the bottle
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Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
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Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer
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I'm sad to say, I feel the same today, as I always do
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Gimme a drink to relax me
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Oooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no work
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The shake's inside me
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Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this
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Underneath the bottle
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Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
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I can't remember what the heck I was doing
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I got bruise on my leg from I can't remember when
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I fell down some stairs
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I was lyin' underneath the bottle
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Oooohh whee, son of a B.
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You get so down, you can't get any lower
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So long world, you play too rough
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And it's getting me all mixed up
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I lost my pride and it's hiddin'
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There, underneath the bottle
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Underneath The Bottle
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| Lou Reed |
