They find me at the paper mail this morning
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My church, it no cover me no more.
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So I went home and IĄ¯ve got my silver dollar
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And I made my way now through the bar and door.
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It doesnĄ¯t take much to call a friend
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When he makes all faces fade away.
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And the jukebox kept playing all the sad songs
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The dances on the floor just ainĄ¯t this way.
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I ainĄ¯t told it all my friend when IĄ¯m laying on the floor
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I canĄ¯t find the reasons to stay sober anymore.
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My moneyĄ¯s blown, my pride is gone, it ainĄ¯t no sacrifice.
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They smacked down in the middle of a drunkardĄ¯s paradise.
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The talk is getting loud at the tables
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But no one even knows that I am here.
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So I sit alone and I drink in the darkness
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Early memories keep me fighting back the tears.
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I ainĄ¯t told it all my friend when IĄ¯m laying on the floor
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I canĄ¯t find the reasons to stay sober anymore.
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My moneyĄ¯s blown, my pride is gone, it ainĄ¯t no sacrifice.
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They smacked down in the middle of a drunkardĄ¯s paradise.
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TheyĄ¯re closing down, IĄ¯ll stack it from this bar and
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And I struggle just to make my way home.
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To a house once filled with joy and laughter
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ItĄ¯s a place when now IĄ¯m living all alone.
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I ainĄ¯t told it all my friend when IĄ¯m laying on the floor
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I canĄ¯t find the reasons to stay sober anymore
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My moneyĄ¯s blown, my pride is gone, it ainĄ¯t no sacrifice.
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They smacked down in the middle of a drunkardĄ¯s paradise.
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Drunkard's Paradise
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| Omar and the Howlers |
