As soon as toil of day is over
and aches and pains of life are nigh,
comfort is gained with alcohol...
a 'cup of kindness' standing by.
But oh, it's become an addiction
this drinking of the wine...
alcohol is a kind of depressant
causing lack of awareness on
'sleepy cloud nine'
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