Home Sick Pandemic Blues
The Whitechapel Club
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It's Friday night again I'm working on my sin Into the weekend Drinking all my drinks Sleeping off the evidence Another one at home But I don't feel alone And I can sleep in And I don't have to think We're waiting on oblivion Here's to the nights And here's to today When it's over And when I'm sober Things are gonna be great Made a mid morning call To the clinic in the strip mall Take a look at my lungs Because it seems like to me Can't nobody breathe no more But when I feel I wanna quit It's simple to fix Put a pill on my tongue They've got a pharmacy For what I need in the grocery store So here's to the nights And here's to today When it's over And when I'm sober Things are gonna be great
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