Like a Princess stuck in a factory
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There's nothin' here no for me
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Like a warted toad on a highway road
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The road seems never ending
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That's what appeals, whenever I feel
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Restless, solitary, anxiety
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Just give me that road, when the world
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Turns cold, and a nice hot glass of whiskey
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Well, it's blank above my thoughts and
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It's blank below my words
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Get me drunk and then I'm yours
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So give me two pints o' stout, two pints o' stout
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One so I don't think no more, and one to face
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What I've in store
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Two pints o' stout, two pints o' stout
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Well, my dear you have no money, so you can turn
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And walk right out
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Have you ever thought we might have sought in all
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Our years together, to part now while there's
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Still a smile and face the lonely weather
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Well, what's the worth of this wretched
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Earth, but traveling to new places
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Does the one you like seem a chord to strike
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Does appealing describe his faces
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No, I'm not content, not with myself
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Not my body or my mind
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It's freezing on O'Connell Street and I'm
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Talking to a hooker
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Well, she might be a cop, but either way I
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Ain't no better
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So it's rounds on me, one chance you see,
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Because I have the money
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When there's no more booze
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Then I'll go home and deal with my own thinking
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Like a dream that tortures me
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Each night is the peace
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I've known with you
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The Crutch
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| The Tossers |
