(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)
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Woken up on mornings such as this
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Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now.
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Every night for a year I've slept alone.
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Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no
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Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.
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I know I won't die soon, but then again I might,
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Water down the drain, I'm wasting away.
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Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me
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Water down the drain goes to the sea,
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The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me.
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Moisture from the ocean fills the sky,
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Come on down to the ground as the time goes by
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I never found out the reason why
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My parents had to lie
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About the place that I was born
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Or from my hometown I was torn
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At the tender age of four
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I was livin' by homemade law
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Around The Plynth
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| The Faces |
