Down among the wines and spirits
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Where a man gets what he merits...
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Once it was written in letters 'bout nine feet tall
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Now he sees how far he's fallen
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Since he set his mind on her completely
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But then I guess that you couldn't have seen him lately
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Walking around with a pain that just never ceases
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He starts to speak and then he goes to pieces...
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Down among the wines and spirits
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Where a man gets what he merits...
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Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel
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The vacant chamber
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The empty barrel
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But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor
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Clicks his fingers to that swinging door
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Suddenly he's calling out, "More, more, more..."
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"I'm twice the foolish man I was before..."
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Down among the wines and spirits
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Bubbles escaping from him at the rim a glass of grape
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She sails through his memory just like a ship of shapely
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And then as it started sink he drowns his sorrows
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That fill his nights and empty tomorrows
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But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor
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Clicks his fingers to that swinging door
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Suddenly he's calling out, "More, more, more..."
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Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits
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Down among
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Down among the wines and spirits
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Down Among The Wine And Spirits
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| Elvis Costello |
