I've been working on a cocktail called "Grounds For Divorce", whoa
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Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve, whoa
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Doubt comes in on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse, whoa
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There's a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep
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And the rest you can keep
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And the rest you can keep
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There's a hole in my neighbourhood
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall
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There's a hole in my neighbourhood
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall
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Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid
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(Ooh, ooh)
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There's this whispering of jokers doing "Flesh by the Pound"
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To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores
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There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge
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And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
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And it does me no good
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And it does you no good
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There's a hole in my neighborhood
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall
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There's a hole in my neighborhood
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall
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There's a hole in my neighborhood
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Down which of late I cannot help but fall
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Someday we'll be drinking with the seldom seen kid
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(Ooh, ooh)
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Grounds For Divorce
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