| It’s a national crisis
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| Your dependence on vices
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| I’m amazed at your resilience
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| To laugh at the other drunken millions
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| When the clothes you’ve worn to work today
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| Are speckled with sick and beaujolais
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| Hit with the hammer of hard home truths
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| There’s only one thing that’s left to do
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| Put your plans on the long finger
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| Leave your wife promise the kids you’ll see them
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| But they know that’s just feeble optimism
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| You’d like to think you’d have kept in touch
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| Some consideration for someone you love
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| But you were never very into altruism
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| Behind closed doors, solutions are made
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| Behind closed doors
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| Become disenchanted and get your own place
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| Maudlin in private the tears fall with grace
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| On damp sheets that smell of dual pack lenore
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| And the cigarette ash from the night before
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| A threadbare sofa out in the street
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| The crumblin' bus station couldn’t be more bleak
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| An old man and his dog just sit and talk
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| You have to wonder who’s taking who for a walk
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| Put your plans on the long finger
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| Leave your wife promise the kids you’ll see them
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| But they know that’s just feeble optimism
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| You’d like to think you’d have kept in touch
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| Some consideration for someone you love
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| But you were never very into altruism
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| Behind closed doors, solutions are made
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| Behind closed doors, you never know what goes on
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| There’s no recourse to be taken here
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| The ignored phone calls have made it clear
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| They’re better off without you in every way
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| You pass in the street but there’s nothing to say
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| There comes a time when you have to decide
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| Do you put your family before your pride
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| You’d rather see them happy in their own way
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| Than miserable with you for another day
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| Behind closed doors, solutions are made
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| Behind closed doors
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| Behind closed doors, solutions are made
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| Behind closed doors, you never know what goes on |