Burying my troubles
In another glass of wine
Swallowing my worries away

Bear in mind tomorrow
Is another day of sorrow
That only makes me think of yesterday

So I'm burying my troubles
In another cup of gin
Throwing down like water in the road
Running over memories
Falling down upon my knees

And begging him to lift this heavy load
Oh still I know
I will find
My happiness at last

Oh
well
Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle
Or a stone cold glass

Sleeping through the hours
Of a sunny summer day
Hiding from the blinding shades of light

Burying my eyes
Breathing deep and heavy sighs
For all the things in life that ain't going right
Still I know
I will find my
Happiness at last

Oh and
Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle
Or a stone cold glass

Still I know
I will find
My happiness at last

Oh and a
Somewhere in a bottle
On the bottom
Or a stone cold glass

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