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Well pickle my liver, pour me a drink,
I want to get off for the day,
life is just running at too great a speed,
and I need a break and a play.
Enjoying rich grapes from a far away yard,
nurtured and purposely grown,
pour me a drink and let's pickle me through,
let me forget that I'm known.
Let me be free from those eyes of my judges,
flashes and journalist glares,
pour me another, come pickle me through,
help me break free of my cares.
Don't come by dissing, the way that I drink,
just pour me a drink and join in,
come to that place where I'm heading myself,
where the thinking and living is thin..
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