Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin because it hasn't sunk in... so far Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building and then it's hard to come clean Then the months stack up to an addictive crutch As if the drink weren't enough A stagger cannot compete There's no charm in being residential state street And if I was sober could I kill caution and stay over And if I was sober would I rip hearts apart like paper? I wish you could know better than you show with parted lips pointed down That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do. And if I was sober Could I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober Would I rip hearts apart like paper? What a difference it made What a difference it made And if I was sober Could I kill caution and stay over? And if I was sober Would I rip hearts apart like paper? What a difference it made What a difference it made
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