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I was feeling very sad and so lowI went looking for some liquid sympathywait and found some bones down at the deep holeand the bastards waiting called the cops on meI figure somewhere in the world it's happy hourso I went down to get properly disposewhen in the world me and whisky sourand the man said sorry son were closedseems that lately I've been payingfor things I used to get for freedont you know I hear the music's playingwell I know the word is out on meoh I was feeling very wild and restlessand I figured it inside I clogged my doomcalled to see if I was on the castlistand the switchboard lady wouldn't put me throughfound me a number in my pocketI figured out: hell how can I missshot through seven digits lock and rocketand some guy says: who the hell is thisseems that lately I've been payingLetras de cancionesfor things I used to get for freedon't you know I hear the music's playingwow I know the word is out on meseems the doors that once were openI slam and shut in my facenot good any more of hopingI think I better move some other placeseems that lately I've been prayingfor things I used to get for freedont you know I hear the music playingwow i know the word is out on me From Letras Mania