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I wake up Sunday morning |
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With my mind all in a haze |
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Tearstains on my pillow |
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And make-up on my face |
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I see those empty whiskey bottles |
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And records scattered on the floor |
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And from the next room, I hear crying |
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Then I remember the night before |
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I saw her dancing at the party |
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So young with laughter in her face |
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And when the others had departed |
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Convincing words and she stayed late |
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And now those empty whiskey bottles |
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They stand accusing from the floor |
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That I hear footsteps as she's leaving |
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Yes, she remembers the night before |
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If I could turn back the clock |
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Turn it back to yesterday |
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There are things I wouldn't do |
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And things I wouldn't say |
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But now those empty whiskey bottles |
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Within my mind forevermore |
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And in the silence, I hear crying |
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Yes, I remember the night before |