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| Machine Gun 
 And I'm up and I don't know why
 But I guess that's all that counts
 Looking 'round as I'm holding my head
 And I'm in somebody's house
 The sun it hits like a punch in the face
 With a headache I can't ignore
 Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone's floor
 And so I can't keep this up
 I have had enough
 
 Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
 To cover up my morning breath of gin
 Something doesn't seem to sit with me right
 It's going out the way it went in
 And so I can't keep this up
 I have had enough
 'Cause you can count me out
 I'm on to you
 'Cause you can count me out
 I'm tired of leaving my embarassments behind
 
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