I've been out of weeks for ages
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I've been on and off the train.
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I've been losing sheep
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and counting sleep
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And I've drunk too much again
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But I'll take another cup
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Even though it dry me up
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Ooh, though I know that I should pass
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I will take another glass
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The cellar is empty, the cupboard is bare,
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I'm joining the church and taking to prayer
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The landlord's complaining
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'cos the rent is outstanding
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and Old Mother Hubbard's ran off with the chair
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Though I know it's time to stop
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I will take another drop
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Though I know I'm very sick
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I will take just one more sip
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Come on Captain, punch my ticket
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Call my mother's name
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I once heard
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that a fly can't bird
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But I drunk too much again
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Though I've really drunk a lot
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I will take another shot
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Though I know it's a time to pass
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I will take just one more glass
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Drunk Again
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Procol Harum |