Drank it up slowly
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As I looked at the only
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People in the room.
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ˇ°It's ok to admit that
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You have been laughed at,ˇ±
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Said Mr. Deacon Blues.
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Then some broken fool laughed
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And hi-fived the bar back,
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ˇ°I'll have another round.ˇ±
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Raised it up to the ceiling, said
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ˇ°This one with feeling.
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What's the matter with this town.ˇ±
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If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.
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Kick snare and hi-hat,
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Crushed cigarette pack,
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2 is coming soon.
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Kids on a wall plaque,
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ˇ°AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.ˇ±
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ˇ°Good hands don't deserve this.ˇ±
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ˇ°Maybe someday you'll learn kid that
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Silence is a sound.ˇ±
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Raise it up to the ceiling,
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ˇ°Make this one with feeling.ˇ±
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We'll drink until we drownˇ¦
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Turning on and off and on.
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Looks Like A Mess
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| Sunday's Best |
