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I try not to drink,
’cause if I sit and think I’ll go crazy
Desperate ain’t lonely
Though I’ve been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I’m lonesome in the nightime I’m sad
The letter I wrote,
Took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you don’t live no-one
So I try not to drink,
’cause if I sit and think I’ll go crazy
Desperate ain’t lonely
Though I’ve been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I’m lonesome in the nightime I’m sad
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