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GBilly wasn't sober
He gotC pulled over in Gchinatown C
GLiquor on his breath
Stuffs a pCistol in the cushion
Rolls theG window down
Oh well, his Cheart it races like a Ghundred-yard dash
StCone cold on his face G
He's Cbeen since then relGuctant on his way D
GBilly wasn't sober
He wasC hungover
It wasG 10 am C
GAnother day of work
ClCutching the pillow like hisG only friend
He's Cpast his prime
He's a damGn sore
StCeadfast in his ways G
CWasted his life but he Gstill has cards to play D
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
GBilly's getting older
The chipC on his shoulder's gettingG heavier C
GWeight of the world
SpCins and skids into Goblivion
This ain't lCiving, it's a way to rGather die
There muCst be another way G
CUnder his breath he says,
G"Things have got to change" D
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
Searching but he Cgot no Gsoul
Wishing he could Cflip a Gswitch
Turn his Clife aGround and Cface the Gfact
That Dlife's a bitch
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
And he Ghopes today he'll Gswim his way to CAvaGlon
He's not Call the Gway dDown
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