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Lyric Body	I gotta buddy and he likes to drink, and he don�t care what you think. He only does it on holidays, he thinks that makes it ok. He gets drunk and then he throws a fit, starts stumbling and breaking shit. But he only does it on holidays, he thinks that makes it ok. Oh, oh, oh! You�re not alone. Oh, oh, oh! Watch the liquor flow. I knew this tee but she bruised her arm, thought it would help if she caused some harm. She was angry so she slept on the floor, though I�m not quite sure what for. She got home and she was accused, so she decided to inflict the bruise. I know a beauty who sleeps on the floor, but she won�t do that no more. Why, why, why? Wipe your eyes. Why, why, why? You will be fine. I know a father and his daughter�s bad, thought he does the best he can. He wanted to be a dentist too, but sometimes all plans fall through. So now he works at a factory, with heavy machinery. I know a father and his daughter�s gone! He better kiss her and say,� So long. Waste! Waste! Waste! Have a taste. Waste! Waste, waste! It�s too late. I know a fellow and he writes these songs, some are short and some are long. Some people like them but most just don�t, his biggest fear is to be alone. This sullen singer likes to moan and sing, about particularly peculiar things. But every night he spills onto the page, it�s where he lives and where he stays. Sing, sing, sing. Of dreadful things. Use your wings. Honesty stings.
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