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I traveled so far and I couldn't win |
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Anyone's heart who wouldn't give in |
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To my awkward demands, to the demon me |
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A good thing that the wine still agreed with me |
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I sang of countries so far |
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Some I've never seen |
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And of raging wars and yet I've never been |
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In uniform, in unison with the demon me |
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I left a cluttered tail of dreams unfulfilled |
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A good thing that the wine agreed with me still |
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And I never believed in a love that is pure |
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So I hid the key when you wanted to be sure |
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And I'm sorry you had to clean up after me |
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And that I'd ruin your last shot every time |
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You wanted to get clean |
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For I never wanted to be that mean |
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I never told you I care, I never came clean |
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And it's a good thing I lost you |
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And the thought of you in time |
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It's a good thing that the wine still agrees with me |
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It's a good thing that the wine still agrees with me |
