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Paid To Get Drunk - Ed Harcourt
At the bottom of an empty glass

See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care

If I have so much love to give

Where is that will to live?
Maybe you old friend will show me how

Come here pull up a chair

I get paid, paid to get drunk

Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning kills my soul

At the end, the end of each day

Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning kills my soul

Sports plays on the corner screen

This feels like a movie scene
And I'm long past done with cliches and all
My eyes are much to blurred

This is how I live my life

Escaping worries, eternal strife
And I'll try to talk to anyone
But my speech is much too slurred

I get paid, paid to get drunk

Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning kills my soul

At the end, the end of each day

Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning kills my soul

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At the bottom of an empty glass

See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care