Telemetry
My Life’s in a bottle cause thats where I live.
This precious liquid, is it rum or is it gin.
I don't care if it's cheap wine again.

Scramble for money to buy me a pint,
It's full in the morning, and empty at night.

I put it up to my lips, Lord don't let it slip.
My Live’s in a bottle, ain’t that a whip.

My Live’s in a bottle and that is no tale.
got to move on now Or I'll go to jail.

Times was much better, before Florie died
hurt me so bad, that I lost my pride.

I put it up to my lips, Lord don't let it slip.
My Live’s in a bottle, ain’t that a blip

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