Here's a story about a sinner,
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He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position,
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But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements,
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And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition,
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It turned him to the booze,
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And he got mixed up with a floosie
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And she led him to a life of indecision.
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The floosie made him spend his dole
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She left him lying on Skid Row
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A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission.
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It's such a shame.
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Oh demon alcohol,
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Sad memories I cannot recall,
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Who thought I would say,
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Damn it all and blow it all,
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Oh demon alcohol,
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Memories I cannot recall,
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Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol.
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Sad memories I cannot recall,
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Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol.
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Barley wine, pink gin,
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He'll drink anything,
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Port, pernod or tequila,
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Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks,
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As long as all his troubles disappeared.
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But he messed up his life, went and beat up his wife,
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And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
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She's gonna turn him on to drink
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She's gonna lead him to the brink
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And when his money's gone,
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She'll leave him in the gutter,
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It's such a shame.
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Oh demon alcohol,
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Sad memories I cannot recall,
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Who thought I would say,
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Damn it all and blow it all,
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Sad memories I cannot recall,
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Who thought I would fall,
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A slave to demon alcohol.
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Alcohol
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The Kinks |