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Drunk Without Drinking Lyrics - Singles - Buck 65

Hey boys. I've come a long way 

Along in the sun and the rain 

 

What am I doing here? No-star hotel 

Wasting my wealth, 

telling myself to go to hell 

Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob 

Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob 

Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage 

My cruelty is dependable 

and my ugliness is rugged 

Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel 

In the distance I can hear a kid 

singing a Christmas carol 

And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister 

The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor 

Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing 

Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring 

Me of all people, my mind's in a tail-spin 

I'm just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman 

Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn't know 

She said I'm a way better lover than her husband 

 

I've had a whole lot of fights 

Along in the sun and rain 

 

Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere 

In another man's shoes instead of my own pair 

I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call 

I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball 

I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers 

Lookin' at myself in the mirror, 

I'm at a loss for words 

I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda 

Holding my face in my hands like fine China... 

 

I've seen a whole lot of towns 

Along in the sun and rain 

 

We met up again, went undercover literally 

I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy 

Physics and photography, a little 

Russian history 

Everything about her to me was such a mystery 

I gave her the once over, 

she gave me the blood blister 

She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her 

Call me mister. Crucial inspiration 

All she wanted was my lust and useful information 

What am I putting myself thru this crap for? 

Feels like I'm standing on top of a trap door 

Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair 

Scavenger-hunter my life is like a folding chair 

My daily routine is down to a system 

I give regular people truth and wisdom 

That's what I do -it's my job- the prophet/profit 

I can see the future and make money off it... 

 

I've kissed a whole lot of lips 

Along in the sun and rain 

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