| Alarm clock rings, same old thing
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| 6:35, same routine
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| All dolled up and ready on the road by 8
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| Does her makeup on the way, she’s never been late
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| Nobody at work has any idea
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| How much she’s hurtin' when she walks in
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| She hides it so well, you’d never know what’s going on
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| Self-medication all day long
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| There’s wine in her coffee cup
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| That’s her undercover pick me up
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| She runs the show from 9 to 5
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| Her Hollywood smile is just a big disguise
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| It’s the oldest known remedy
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| To hide in from reality
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| Every taste and all messed up
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| From a wine in a coffee cup
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| Every afternoon on the way home
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| Stops at the liquor store all alone
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| Gets whatever it takes for her to stay numb
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| And she pours another when the morning comes
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| There’s wine in her coffee cup
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| That’s her undercover pick me up
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| She runs the show from 9 to 5
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| Her Hollywood smile is just a big disguise
 | 
| It’s the oldest known remedy
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| To hide in from reality
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| Every taste and all messed up
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| From a wine in a coffee cup
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| Sauvignon Blanc, Chardonnay
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| Pinot, mix it all, go away
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| Wine in her coffee cup
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| That’s her undercover pick me up
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| She runs the show from 9 to 5
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| But her Hollywood smile is just a big disguise
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| It’s the oldest known remedy
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| To hide in from reality
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| Every taste and all messed up
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| From a wine in a coffee cup
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| Wine in a coffee cup |