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Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye <br />Because last night it felt like the best night of my life <br />Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides <br />And I don't understand why my brain wants to die <br /><br />I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered <br />And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters <br />I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast <br />And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers <br /><br />It's the little things we do when you go out in the night <br />And it's pay day today just for having a good time <br />As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive <br />Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?<br /><br />So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich <br />But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language <br />It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"<br />And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers?<br /><br />It's the little things we do when you go out in the night <br />And it's pay day today just for having a good time <br />As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive <br />Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?
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Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye <br />Because last night it felt like the best night of my life <br />Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides <br />And I don't understand why my brain wants to die <br /><br />I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered <br />And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters <br />I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast <br />And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers <br /><br />It's the little things we do when you go out in the night <br />And it's pay day today just for having a good time <br />As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive <br />Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?<br /><br />So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich <br />But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language <br />It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"<br />And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers?<br /><br />It's the little things we do when you go out in the night <br />And it's pay day today just for having a good time <br />As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive <br />Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?
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