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Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five |
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I've been up all night |
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Raisin' hell with some friends of mine |
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I take one good look in the mirror |
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But only one things gettin' clearer |
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The way I live, I'm lucky to be alive |
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There I go lying to myself |
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Said I wasn't gonna do it |
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Next thing you know, here I go again |
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Talked myself right into it |
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Supposed to be to work an hour ago |
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When I pass that boss stormin' down the road |
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Now there's an angel on my shoulder |
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thinnkin' she can win me over |
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Devil's got my number don't you know |
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There I go lying to myself |
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Said I wasn't gonna do it |
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Next thing you know, here I go again |
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Talked myself right into it |
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Maybe, maybe have I gone to far this time |
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Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin' overtime |
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Nah |
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There's a knockout Georgia Peach givin' me the eye |
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Well if the truth beknown I'm just a little shy |
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Turns out she wasn't alone |
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She had a six foot chaperone |
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But that didn't slow me down |
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Don't ask me why |
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There I go lying to myself |
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Said I wasn't gonna do it |
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Next thing you know, here I go again |
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Talked myself right into it |
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I got no one to blame except myself |
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I said I wasn't gonna do it |
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Next thing you know here I go |
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Talk myself right into it |
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Talk myself, talk myself right into it |
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Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it |
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Said I wasn't gonna do it |
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Here I go again baby |
