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I'm counting back the number of the steps
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it took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend
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I'll use the oven timer to prove that I'll
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get home with my imagination
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if they find the body in the basement
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in the very house that she was raised in
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I'm taking down the number of the times
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so when we get the sign from god I'll be the first to call them
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I'm taking back the number of the beast
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cause six is not a pretty number
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eight or three are definitely better
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A is for the address on the letter
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to my alcoholic friends
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I'm trying hard not to be ashamed
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not to know the name of who is waking up beside me
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or the date, the season, or the city
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but at least the ceiling's very pretty
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and if you are holding it against me
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I'll be on my best behavior
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taking shots for mother nature
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once my fist is in the cupboard
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love is never falling over
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Should I choose a noble occupation?
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If I did I'd only show up late and
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sick and they would tear at me with hatred
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plus my only natural talent's wasted
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on my alcoholic friends
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my alcoholic friends
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the party never ends
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my alcoholic friends