| Sing it loud, sing it sweet
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| With hellfire fury, stomping your feet
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| If fortune leaves you in a bar downtown
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| Take your self-pity and drink it down
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| Cuervo’s revenge on a sunny day
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| My eyes are red, skin is grey
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| There was a time when it wasn’t this way
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| Just the glass, the bottle and me
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| She was a dancer with expensive taste
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| I played the markets 'til Black Monday
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| She took the rest and ever since that day
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| It’s the glass, the bottle and me
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| So sing it loud, sing it sweet
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| With hellfire fury, stomping your feet
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| If fortune leaves you in a bar downtown
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| Take your self-pity and drink it down
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| Tired of do-gooders trying to make me change
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| Saying mend your ways before you lose your friends
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| I tell them over and over again
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| It’s the glass, the bottle and me
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| Sing it loud, sing it sweet
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| With hellfire fury, stomping your feet
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| If fortune leaves you in a bar downtown
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| Take your self-pity and drink it down
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| Standing here on the edge of self-destruction
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| Biding my time
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| Waiting for Lady Luck to call my name
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| And drag me away
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| Cuervo’s revenge on a sunny day
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| My eyes are red, skin is grey
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| There was a time when it wasn’t this way
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| Just the glass, the bottle and me
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| Sing it loud, sing it sweet
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| With hellfire fury, stomping your feet
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| If fortune leaves you in a bar downtown
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| Take your self-pity and drink it down
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| Drink it all down
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| Take your self-pity
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| And drink it down |