AIMEE MANN - Ballantines lyrics

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It must be hard ringing the bells Of doors that don't swing wide anymore It must be hard hearing the sound Of voices just inside of the door A man who couldn't hold your coat Who's hung on ever antidote So it must be hard watching the fellows gloat Ballantines It must be hard seeing the same old crowd Just pass you by in the street It must be tough knowing your stuff Could only horrify the elite You cut off everyone you know Boy you told `em all where to go Now it must be hard getting the same revoke Ballantines Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky Who sprung for every drink you downed With things the way they are it's not that kind of party If what you've got might just be good (?) The fat cows won't be getting thin Seeing the kind of jam you're in Though the angels dance on the head of another pin Ballantines Ballantines Ballantines