She´s Got A Problem
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In the end will it matter that you've gone ?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn ?
Will I see whiskey as a Mother In the end ?
In the end will I smash my brains with drinking
Till I fall down on the floor,
Will I hiccup and jabber,
Saying things I never meant ?
Will I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed ?
Will the world shake its sensible head
And say the words that have to be said:
"She's got a problem."
Every problem has a solution in the end
And solutions must be final
For help gets so unhelpful near the end.
When I take my last ride
Down the big dipper slide,
Will I care, will it matter
If the world should say:
"She had a problem."
She had a problem.
She had a problem.
In the end will it matter that you've gone ?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn ?
Will I see whiskey as a Mother
In the end ?
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