Woke up drunk again this morning
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blood on my sleeve and
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puke chunks in my hair
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I don´t care
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and neither does this girl beside me
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what was her name
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I know her from somewhere
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Just look at my hair in the mirror
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it´s turning gray
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give me another bartender
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what else can I say
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I don´t remember last night
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I know it´s sometimes better forget
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they say that I´m scraping the bottom
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least I know I haven´t been there yet
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won´t care until it´s too late
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it´s early, but I´m doing what I can
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tonight I´m gonna get drunk
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I´m making my stand, a genuine whisky man
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Just look at my hair in the mirror
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it´s turning gray
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give me another bartender
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what else can I say
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[Instrumental]
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Came in late to work again
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another hangover rumored as the flu
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They don´t have a clue
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They know that such a fine young man
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would never hang around
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the places that I do
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Just look at my hair in the mirror
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it´s turning gray
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give me another bartender
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what else can I say
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I don´t remember last night
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I know it´s sometimes better forget
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they say that I´m scraping the bottom
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least I know I haven´t been there yet
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won´t care until it´s too late
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it´s early, but I´m doing what I can
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tonight I´m gonna get drunk
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I´m making my stand, a genuine whisky man [repeat]
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Genuine Whisky Man
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| Teen Idols |
