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Paid to Get Drunk lyrics
At the bottom of an empty glass
See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care
If I have so much love to give
Where is that will to live?
Maybe you old friend will show me how
Come here pull up a chair
I get paid, paid to get drunk
Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning kills my soul
At the end, the end of each day
Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning kills my soul
Sports plays on the corner screen
This feels like a movie scene
And I'm long past done with cliche's and all
My eyes are much to blurred
This is how I live my life
Escaping worries, eternal strife
And I'll try to talk to anyone
But my speech is much too slurred
I get paid, paid to get drunk
Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning kills my soul
At the end, the end of each day
Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning kills my soul
Oh, ah, oh, oh, ah
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah
At the bottom of an empty glass
See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care
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