I’ve had a drink and a smile in every port of heaven
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And from 5 on the dial I’m at 8, 9, 10 and 11
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I gotta find a way
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I gotta fix me a buzz
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I’ve got a pain like a pain
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And I want it to stay
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Could be mine, could be yours
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Could be there any time I want
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Nurse, make me well
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I come here straight from hell so the ground is yours
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I’ve been through anger, peace and honesty
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And all I got was patience ? yes I did
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But the good’s getting better
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And the bad are merely minor frustration
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I’ve got to find a way to keep the way I find
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‘Coz the chances are good that it won’t let you down
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Like maybe drinking with keef
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Or seeing Dolly Parton’s tits
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Nurse, make me well
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De-louse me, clean me up ‘til I’m free to go
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keep it maximum
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File under ‘Lost in the truth somewhere’
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And you’ll find me
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I got my hate, and my fear, and my hang-ups
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Here to remind me
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I gotta climb my way
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I gotta kick the crust
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I’ve got to make like I do, like I always did
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Keeping time for the kind not designed to waste time
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Nurse, make me fine
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Remind me that there’s never been a better time to be alive
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…To the better times
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…To the best times
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…To the bed times
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…This sheet is getting sticky
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keep it maximum (repeat)
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Nurse Maximum
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| The Wildhearts |
