The sidewalks are spinning underfoot
I think another drink would do me good
I think another round should set me straight

I'll raise another to the sober few
I wouldn't get too close if I were you
It's bound to put me past all self-restraint

Dancing under lights upon a crowded floor
A hair beyond oblivion and shame
I wouldn't mix with us if I were you
I wouldn't mess with us if I were you
Men of straw are easily blown astray
I do miss you
I do miss you
The sober few
I do miss you
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The Sober Few Lyrics

Mark Lenover – The Sober Few Lyrics