Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating
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Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating
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I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family
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I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free
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But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so -
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Dust us off a bottle of your best
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Irish whiskey and drink with me
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To departed friends, to departed friends
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In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
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I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
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'Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family
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'Cause they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams
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But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so -
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Dust us off a bottle of your best
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Irish whiskey and drink with me
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To departed friends, to departed friends...
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Departed!
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[Soul Caddy version:
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Friends don't need one ounce of style
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Friends lose teeth but not their smile
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Friends call just to say hello
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Friends hold on and don't let go]
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Hey there guys, I'm not the enemy
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It's just shared frustration that makes us fight
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It's a long way to [fuckin'] drive to not make any money
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Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try
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But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
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I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so -
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Dust us off a bottle of your best
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Irish whiskey and drink with me
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To departed friends, to departed friends...
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Irish Whiskey
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
