| Champagne and valium — half-hearted kisses;
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| Lord, won’t you tell me
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| What kind of breakfast this is
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| God said, cool it, boy, you’ve sure got a nerve.
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| You’ve already had much more than you deserve
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| Shut your mouth, and go home, boy.
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| Looks like i’m leaving, leaving again;
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| Same old ticket, babe, same old train
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| No destination, but who ever knows
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| Just where it is that anyone goes.
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| Tell me where they all go to
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| Oh, doctor, doctor, can you feel my pain?
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| Doctor said, «shit man, not you again!»
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| Just how many times do i have to explain:
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| There ain’t no medicine
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| That’ll take you back again
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| To where you were again
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| To where you were, before, boy
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| It’s what you feel
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| It’s not what you think
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| Can’t taste no wine
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| If you don’t drink
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| You don’t know how
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| And you sure don’t know why
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| You’re just like the rest
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| And all you can do is try
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| Try to catch hold of that dream, boy…
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| Champagne and valium — half-hearted kisses;
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| Lord, won’t you tell me
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| What kind of breakfast this is
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| God said, cool it, boy, you’ve sure got a nerve.
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| You’ve already had much more than you deserve
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| Shut your mouth, and go home, boy… |