What s it like there outside
With the living, with the living
Here I ve found a place I can hide
From the living, from the living
Because I don t care to stay with the living
Oh, the bottle has been to me
My closest friend, my worst enemy
For a flavor I walked a fine life
Squandered it all and wasted my time
And I don t stand a chance among the living
For the lovers I ve gambled and lost
Count my mistakes whatever the cost
I ll go off, I ll make myself scarce
Oh, come tomorrow
You won t find me here
Because I don t care to stay with the living
I don t think I ll remain with the living
And I don t care to stay with the living
No, I don t care to stay
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