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There's no time, a few hours to sleep Just drive 'til tomorrow Here I go, my drunk tank's on empty I've run low on sorrow One last lemon drop is all that's left from our last trip And that is the taste of you, of you Auld Lang Syne you're drunk all the time Sing happy new year Here's my crime, dried up twists of lime Is all we have left here But if I've had just one thing that Could tranquilize my mind, it's all in a drink Of you, of you Oh, little one, it's you, it's you Are you Joan of Arc or Marie Antoinette? Did you come here to remember or to forget? As silly as it seems, it only happens when I dream All at one time of you, of you The truth is in your teeth Because your smile's beyond belief And all that's true of you, of you Only of one because it's you, it's you You You You |