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Once I get started you know that I can’t quit

I’ll commit ’til I’m sick and I’m 86’d

Don’t know if I’ll survive the night, but I’ll take the risk

Lose count of the amount when a drink touches my lips

Can’t stay on my feet

Can barely see, c’est la vie

Bruised and sore, on the floor

But I’ll take one more

I’m a machine, my breath smells like gasoline

What do you mean I’m making a scene? This is my routine

I’ll drink, you pour

Until I’m face to face with the floor

Now I’ve got the spins and I can’t use my limbs

I either have double vision or everyone has a twin

But maybe you’re right, I should call it a night

Just one more before I see daylight