Your lips say one thing
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But the drugs say another
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How can I massage
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This inter-galactic ulcer?
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Goodbye sober day
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Hello milky way...
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Pin my ear to the wisdom post
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Hang me up and drain me dry
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Mend my shipwrecked spirit
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Lift the veil from my eyes
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Goodbye sober day
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The years grew wings and flew away
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Ghosts of the past become barbarians
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Of the future...
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And I still pity you
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Because what you said was true
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Goodbye sober day
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Hello milky way...
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May your sun be blown out like a candle
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May your sea burn like tar
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May your sky be rolled up like a scroll
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May your blue moon drip with blood
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What would they say
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If you went up in smoke?
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If I dug you up
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And made soup of your bones?
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Goodbye sober day
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Goodbye Sober Day
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Mr. Bungle |