Wine, women, and song
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I tried them all it did not take me long
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To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
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I figured wrong with a capital "R"
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All the baggage I brought wouldn’t fit in a mid-size car
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That’s why I’m walking on eggshells down the Via Dolorosa
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Hasn’t got me any closer so far
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Shacked up with a poet, no, it wasn’t my department
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Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment
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Changing the catbox and baking the bread
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I should have been paying the bills instead
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Of paying homage to an image drawn from somebody else’s head
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Song, women, and wine
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You can’t fool all the people all the time
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But if you’re trying, if you’re looking, if you’re lucky
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You can always fool a few and feel fine,
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Is the line between shame and dread
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One grips the lungs one brains the head
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But either one can crush you, anyone can crush you
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Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play
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By opening night, we had nothing left to say to each other
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We hit the wall, it was not resilient
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She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
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And who the hell was I to disagree?
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Didn’t you used to be someone who meant something to me?
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Somebody who meant something to me
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Someone who meant something to me
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Wine, women, and song
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I tried them all it did not take me long
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To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
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I figured wrong
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Wine, Women, and Song
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| Harvey Danger |
