| This is the Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s a kick in the teeth, it’s the hornet’s nest
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| It’s the Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s the cold hard light of day
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| It’s the pain in your heart, it’s the look in your eyes
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| When all of your friends are dropping like flies
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| It’s the hole in the sky when a young man dies
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| And you just want to go to sleep
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| When you finally sleep, you imagine a world
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| It’s a beautiful world, filled with beautiful girls
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| And the girls in your world, the one you imagined
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| They all want to know your name
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| So you tell them your name and they give you their number
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| As you’re calling them up, you awake from your slumber
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| Cause your landlord’s outside, he’s driving a hummer
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| And you’re starting to catch a cold
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| This is the Park, Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s a kick in your face, it’s the hornet’s nest
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| It’s the Park, Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s the cold hard light of day
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| It’s the kid on the street, he’s having a ball
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| And you’re watching his feet, ‘cause he’s kicking a ball
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| And he don’t need a phone and he don’t need the mall
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| And a tear rolls down your cheek
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| It’s the guy at the bank, he’s cashing a cheque
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| That the government sent ‘cause he’s out on the deck
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| Some words will not auto-correct
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| Like #whothefuck'llpayourrent
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| Some people are wealthy, others are rich
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| Some people complain, others just bitch
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| It might take a second to tell which is which
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| But the devil is in the details
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| This is the Park, Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s a kick in the teeth, it’s the hornet’s nest
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| It’s the Park, Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s the cold hard light of day
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| It’s the girl at the bar, she’s pouring a drink
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| She’s taking your dough, and you think that she winks
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| So you ask her your name and she tells you a lie
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| ‘Cause Frank’s not a woman’s name
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| Last call has been called and now Frank’s closing down
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| You’re out on the street and there’s no one around
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| And it’s raining outside, in whiskey you’ve drowned
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| Now you’re walking across a bridge
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| And you’re sobering up and you get to the park
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| And it’s sketchy as hell and it’s totally dark
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| When you’re one of a kind you can’t get on the Ark
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| So zip up your jacket and go home
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| This is the Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| It’s a kick in the teeth, it’s the hornet’s nest
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| It’s the Park, Park Avenue Sobriety Test
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| This is the cold hard light of day
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| This is the cold hard light of day
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| This is the cold hard light of day |