| And in the evening when you fade away
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| The same thing happens every single day
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| 'Cause when your dreams come true
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| They pretty soon decay
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| There’s nothing you can do to change your mind
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| You’re disappearing or you’re going blind
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| And when you’re gone there won’t be anything behind
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| Except a skull, a suitcase and a long red bottle of wine
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| A skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
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| You’re disappearing in a purple fog
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| It’s a machine and you’re its faithful cog
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| You love your woman but you just don’t love her dog
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| Which means you get a skull, a suitcase
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| And a long red bottle of wine
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| A skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
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| There you go putting up no resistance
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| You just wander off through the town
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| Lock yourself out and drown
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| But when you’re gone, does it make any difference
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| If there’s nobody else around? |
| The only way up is down
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| The giant sun sets red behind the haze
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| Like a balloon that has just lost it’s way
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| You never dreamed that stuff would get you in it’s sway
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| Give me a skull, a suitcase and a long red bottle of wine
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| Gimme a skull, a suitcase and a long red bottle of wine
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| Give me a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
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| Give me a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
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| Red bottle of wine, red bottle of wine
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| Red bottle of wine, red bottle of wine
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| Red bottle of wine, red bottle of wine
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| Red bottle of wine |