All Messed Up Gary Moore

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Party's over, I can't drink no more
My head is hurtin', I'm looking for the door
But it's so hard to find, so hard to find

Walk to my car on my hands and my knees
Hand in my pocket, I'm looking for the keys
But they're so hard to find

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go blind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
All messed up and no place to go

I'm seeing double, the whisky's to blame
I'm having trouble remembering my name
So hard to tell, it's so hard to tell

Can't get no sleep with the quarrel and fight
I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive
So hard to tell

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go blind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
All messed up with no place to go