Picked up the paper
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Flip through the pages
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Reach for my coffee cup
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Yes, I'm still waking up
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Late in the day now
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What can I say now?
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Some folks are morning people
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I never was one of those
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All the same
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I get in the game
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Give me muddy, muddy water
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Now I'm feeling better
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You know whatever gets you on
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And keeps you up right past the dawn
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I'm feeling good now
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I'm feeling great now
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Let's do the town now
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Vodka and tonic, a touch of the chronic
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I'd trade my days for nights
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I love the city lights
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None of your business
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Who I might sleep with
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Some things are bad for me
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And some things I just can't resist
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All the same (I don't worry)
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I don't feel no shame (I don't worry)
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Give me muddy, muddy water
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Now I'm feeling better
|
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You know, whatever gets you on
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And keeps you up right past the dawn
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I'm feeling good now
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I'm feeling great now
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Let's do the town now
|
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I'm feeling so free-wheeling
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But it's so hard to maintain
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Fascinate me, medicate me
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'Cause I can't get over the pain
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Picked up the paper
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Flipped through the pages
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Coffee and cigarettes
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Turn on the TV set
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Night time is falling
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People are calling
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I love to watch them run
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Round and round and round
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You know, whatever gets you on
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And keeps you up right past the dawn
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I'm feeling good now
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I'm feeling great now
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Let's do the town now
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Whatever Gets You On
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| Fastball |
