Horace And Pete Songtext

Hell no,
I can't complain about my problems
I'm OK the way things are
I pull my stool up to the bar
At Horace And Pete's
Sometimes I wonder
Why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
I just need some time to think
Or maybe I just need a drink
At Horace And Pete's
Horace And Pete
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