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Well I'm up and I don't know why,
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But I guess that's all that counts.
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Looking 'round as I'm holding my head,
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and I'm in somebody's house.
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The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
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with a headache I can't ignore.
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Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone's floor.
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I can't keep this up.
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I have had enough.
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Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
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to cover up my morning breath of gin.
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Something doesn't seem to sit with me right
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it' going out the way it went in.
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I can't keep this up.
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I have had enough.
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You can count me out, I'm on to you.
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You can count me out, I'm tired of
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Leaving my embarrassments behind
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Muchine Gun
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