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Sittin' in his strange room |
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After midnight, under the moon |
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Thinkin' ' bout fuckin', lookin' through the glass |
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We're listening to |
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Max, he keeps tellin' all nite. |
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He never lies, old muthafucker |
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I don't exaggerate, he's a bloody drunkard, |
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But at this moment you got nothing to say, |
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We got no money for wonderful women, no !! |
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He's spiderman, he climbs a wall |
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I'm sure, he doesn't know what is fear |
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I say : Hey, |
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Max, its your third bottle today |
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I think he's an alcoholic sleep-walker. |
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He cannot stop when he's telling his tale, |
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I say, hey, man, fuckin' party is over, |
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Take it easy, yeah, take it easy, take it slow, |
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No, no, not me, you gotta go !! [Chorus:]</i> |
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Crazy, crazy, what you gonna do tonight |
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Crazy, crazy, |
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Max you gotta start the fight !!! |
