LIVING IT UP.. CAN'T LIVE IT DOWN Been living it up.. for so long... I can't live it down... It seems I've created a scene.. of my life.. for the gossiping folk.. in this town... There's folks still remembering... things.. I long forgot... but I don't need a memory .. with all the reminders.. in this town.. and I kid you not... I'm a boozer.. A lover. I'm my best friends brother... getting by on a few of life's highs... Drifting on... making the best of the bad times... that I find time to time.. in my life... Jute boxes.. bar rooms.. pool sticks.. and darlings... and night lights.. is where I am found.. Making the best.. of my poor situation.. just ask anybody in town... I'm living it up.. Can't live it down... creating new scenes.. in my life.. day to day.. for the gossiping.. folk in this town... I'm a boozer.. I'm a lover.. I'm my best friends brother... getting by on a few of life's highs... Drifting on.. making the best of the bad times... I find time to time in my life.... but I found less downs.. in living it up... than there's ups .. trying to live it all down... So.. I'll go on.. living it up,,, and the hell with the folk in this time...
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